Imagination, that doesn't flow
Nor even our presence or roots can grow
Believing in lies even knowing they're lies
Mocking ourselves behind the curtains
What do you see?
Nothing but misery
What do you want to disguise?
What You've Become?
What you can not see?
In my embrace
This Disgusting Misery
Noteless sounds, pointless thoughts
The scattered hue of the universe
Within the images, and the pictures we know
With the same old story already told
They've shown how to feel
Our roots could've never grown
But we follow the steps
The rain, the mud, and the rest
What You've Become?
What you can not see?
In my embrace
This Disgusting Misery