Close your ears, don't listen to the martyrs as they preach the sins we use to findnA way to skin a man the second time, and lock the windows tightnWon't need the north-star guidance, with the radio playing parodies of lifenWe find that endless shows of bliss are just enough to keep us wrought with ignorancenAnd if we bend these bars a bit, we just might see the world for what it is, and fear for what it isnSo let's go, don't ask the question because you might not find the answer that you bargained fornWe stay within their shelter and we'll drop our vision low, keep our teeth pressed into stonenAnd one by one pay homage to the tomb we blindly beg to be our endnIt's better to have lived and lost than never to have had the chance at allnAnd though our lofty dream pursue, who would we find there to break our fall?nWe'll hold together as we pray, for blackouts as we reach the gatesnTo slow the night we choose to make our due escape, and with our freedom left so nearnYou know you'll look back and you'll hear, the radio still playing out your songnYou listen now butnI'm, still bent on wasting time, don't watch the night as we gonFalling through the acts, we go falling like we're innocent causenI still care about the things we never shared, planned destruction sought through apathynWe grab our knees and hold on to let go of the things we neednTo brace the world with miles of construed imagery, for personal posteritynBut I don't want to live the lie that's set before (me)nWhen you know the lines are still just drawn in sandnFree yourself of oppressive chorenFree yourself for something morenWait for the nightfall, wait for our warnWe brave nights of suffocationnGive our lives with reservationnAnd wait for, the nightfallnWait for our warnI'm, still bent on wasting time, don't watch the night as we gonFalling through the acts, we go falling like we're innocent causenI still care about the things we never shared, planned destruction sought through apathynWe grab our knees and hold on to let go of the things we neednTo brace the world with miles of construed imagery, for personal posteritynBut I don't want to live the lie that's set before (me)nWhen you know the lines are