Dysthymia Video (MV)

I'm just hearing these songs
Somehow stripped of all the undertones
But my mouth still moves along
Foot tapping to the metronome

But I wanna feel the color
Hear the texture and build the act
As the cacophony flutters
All I see is simply Rorschach
And all I touch is the black

Oh, and I hope it comes back
Oh, and I hope it comes back
But I don't know

I fall silent again
But somehow can't seem to shake the static
Modulated frequencies in my head
Can't seem to filter the patterns

But this isn't noise, it's not random
Oh it's a resonated cutoff
And though I try to cut out every single thought of it I have
It amplifies what I should shrug off
Cascading down like its runoff

Oh, and I hope it goes away
Oh, and I hope it goes away
But I don't know

Oh, and I hope it goes away
Oh, and I hope it goes away
But I don't know

I pray the music comes back
Hell, I'd even take an ad over this
Something but my own voice in my head
Trying to sell a little happiness

I know I'm being dramatic
And normally it's all internalized
But the two months with the music dead is starting to get to my head
I wish that you would realize
That melancholy's my vice

Oh, and I hope I understand it
Oh, and I hope I understand it
But I don't know

Oh, and I hope I understand it
Oh, and I hope I understand it
But I don't know