Did you know that our fractures have begun to show?
These tremors running deep throughout our weary souls, feel them!

Why save a dull and pointless world?
We have no reason to
I’m teetering over the edge
Who are you?

This untouchable future is twisting into knots that we cannot unravel
(If you cannot touch it, won’t you slip between the lines?)
In a world that’s fading to black, we’re breaking free from the fate that has bound us
(I can’t tell what’s right anymore!)
Hope and despair together wait in a dimension that’s paper-thin
(We remain as blurry figures swaying drunkenly along the sea)
We will search until we find these precious gifts we have forgotten
The darkness is calling, and hand in hand you will follow

We’re lost inside the whirlwind of our rushing breaths
Our vision peels away, revealing what is left
It’s like a game, so can we spot the difference?
So take a look and see which one is genuine, tell me!

What is this warmth? Can I believe
That what you say is true?
Can we survive and still be free?
Who are you?

All the sounds that are flying around us takes my heart far away from its focus
(Deep within our hearts it swells and begins surging forth)
I am sure that by tomorrow, I will have lost myself to this chaos
(Found in both the future and past!)
A-ah, it’s despair or hope? You or me? Are we inside or outside now?
(We pray with an a-ah, an offering that even we do not understand)
I’ll discover what is honest, as I sing a song of our doubt
Please, God won’t you guide me, please take my hand and I’ll follow

This cruel world never loved us, our lives meant nothing in the end
Let chaos rise, and when it soars into the sky, we will have found our reason

This untouchable future is twisting into knots that we cannot unravel
(If you cannot touch it, won’t you slip between the lines?)
In a world that’s fading to black, we’re breaking free from the fate that has bound us
(I can’t tell what’s right anymore!)
Hope and despair together wait in a dimension that’s paper-thin
(We remain as blurry figures swaying drunkenly along the sea)
We will search until we find these precious gifts we have forgotten
The darkness is calling, and hand in hand you will follow