... of all the snow draped horizons i couldn't find one with real snownnof all the infinite places i couldn't find one where i'd gonnpoisons disguised as potions... the illusion of their charmnnthey negate all emotion and leave us with infinite scarsnnand all the perfect water we must not drinknnwe claimed we used caution, in reality we denied fatennwe say never again... i'd trade my life for a clean slatenni'm poisoning myself and searching for something morenni'm becoming what i dont want to be comenni see the reaper's shadow and it's engulfing me...nnstruggling to seize that perfect moment when i can break from the lie i'm living innni'd give it all for chance to feel the beat of my heart againnnwe realize emotions that brought us to this place barely holding onto nnthe one thing that gives us faithnnand somewhere in the darkness we find ourselves this time.