A direction eyes cannot wander
The bitter and quiet ripped through my bones
Just understand that anger has to be felt
Some days, the door
You'll never leave what you left behind
The reality in your head you search for
Can only be found blind
When did chaos become a virtue?
How am I supposed to know?
It's written in motion through your eyes
Keep walking backwards
Maybe help to tease this shame
Things have got to be so meaningless
Living with your fame
People are patterns which will repeat in time
To the rhythm of the shadows
Flickers of vacancy
To let the room engulf me
White walls get friendly
Forgiven harsh light (harsh light)
With faces and mirrors (breaking down)
And tears in the night
When did chaos become a virtue?
How am I supposed to know?
It's written in motion through your eyes
Keep walking backwards, baby
Help to tease this shame
Things have got to be so meaningless
Living with your fame
Can you feel the end?
It's creeping in
I've lost all control