| Keep on
|
| Always proud of the wrong answers to give
|
| Fake it
|
| You’re a slave of a will that’s so in vain
|
| Say it rules
|
| But you know it feels sick
|
| Sickness of the mind
|
| Residing in a blissful ignorance
|
| Blinded by what the world wants you
|
| Wants you to be
|
| Find an excuse to avoid
|
| To escape what is real
|
| What I should feel no longer is
|
| What was meant to be
|
| A different dark can’t keep my eyes
|
| Painting a different light
|
| Blinded by what the world wants you
|
| Wants you to be
|
| Find an excuse to avoid
|
| To escape when you can’t take no more
|
| What I should feel no longer is
|
| What was meant to be
|
| A different dark can’t fade away
|
| This brand new light
|
| What I should feel no longer is
|
| What was meant to be
|
| A different dark can’t keep my eyes
|
| Painting a different light |