Between the lines, enough to blame
You have nothing but a voice that’s dying
Your hands bleed careless tears
A trembling heart without a pace
The shallow grace behind your enemy
Wash it clean with your tears
Wash him with your mortal tears
Praying for a lucid dream
Wash him clean
Praying for a lucid dream
This isn’t what we came to be You cut the fingers with gods purity
You closed your eyes for every sin
Closed your eyes to hide your hate
You cut the fingers with gods purity
Made a statement, eased the grief
Closed your eyes to hide your hate
Justified the love for greed
Within your mind, perception fades
You are trying to avoid the empty shame
Your eyes bleed endless tears
For the love you didn’t give
You choose the color of what’s me Black or white and nothing in between
I’m far beyond your fictive redemption
Descending the soul of the other you