| I know you’ll slip away for good. |
| I know we’re helpless our future’s dead walking down these darkened stairs. |
| The shadow paints the wall and I’m feeling so ignored. |
| Show me something outside of the real (reel). |
| You’re so hypnotic showing off to me. |
| We follow marks; we follow hearts that we know. |
| And in the end we’ve no place left to go. |
| If you care for me to throw blood on the street, it’s in my heart so show a thread of life. |
| Breathing in the dust the powdered air always chokes. |
| Our new way thinking. |
| If this is our pride… Well I’m finished. |
| Show me something outside of the real (reel). |
| You’re so hypnotic showing off to me. |
| If you care for me to throw blood on the street, it’s in my heart so show a thread of life… |
| Every thing you take from me is every thing I take from you… |