Take something bad, and make it good
Take something bad, and make it good
And when you know, not this, not this
You think you know: Not this, not this
Beneath the shelter of my mind
Actors sing silent soliloquys
Light filters in, leaving them blind
Mocking the scripts of directed dreams
But meet, but meet, between the quick and the dead
Don't chase the shadows in your head
Let textile winds grasp wakening veins
We cannot know joy until we conceive pain