We set the silver sun up like a savior
We let our hands play God and worship what we've created
We lift and finger and want credit for the air that it moved
Everything we think is truth, is skewed
We've been lied to
The window to the world can be held in our hands
It was meant to be that way
But the screens we fix our focus on is the flaw in the plan
To follow clarity
Walks turn quick to stumbling when there's mirrors involved
Making it difficult not to fall
Box yourself in with a puffed out chest and the child in you will die
The window to the world can be held in our hands
It was meant to be that way
But the screens we fix our focus on is the flaw in the plan
To follow clarity
Separation from the ways of basic life
Is the hand that holds the pen that draws the blueprints for empires
One by one they fall under their own weight to sounds of crowds crying
How can we get back
All the way back home
The answer is in the wreckage and silence
The one thing that frees us, is the same thing that binds us
Step back, out of the world you know
Step back, watch the foundation crumble
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We set the silver sun up like a savior
We let our hands play God and worship what we've created
We lift and finger and want credit for the air that it moved
Everything we think is truth, is skewed
We've been lied to
The window to the world can be held in our hands
It was meant to be that way
But the screens we fix our focus on is the flaw in the plan
To follow clarity
Walks turn quick to stumbling when there's mirrors involved
Making it difficult not to fall
Box yourself in with a puffed out chest and the child in you will die
The window to the world can be held in our hands
It was meant to be that way
But the screens we fix our focus on is the flaw in the plan
To follow clarity
Separation from the ways of basic life
Is the hand that holds the pen that draws the blueprints for empires
One by one they fall under their own weight to sounds of crowds crying
How can we get back
All the way back home
The answer is in the wreckage and silence
The one thing that frees us, is the same thing that binds us
Step back, out of the world you know
Step back, watch the foundation crumble
We let our hands play God and worship what we've created
We lift and finger and want credit for the air that it moved
Everything we think is truth, is skewed
We've been lied to
The window to the world can be held in our hands
It was meant to be that way
But the screens we fix our focus on is the flaw in the plan
To follow clarity
Walks turn quick to stumbling when there's mirrors involved
Making it difficult not to fall
Box yourself in with a puffed out chest and the child in you will die
The window to the world can be held in our hands
It was meant to be that way
But the screens we fix our focus on is the flaw in the plan
To follow clarity
Separation from the ways of basic life
Is the hand that holds the pen that draws the blueprints for empires
One by one they fall under their own weight to sounds of crowds crying
How can we get back
All the way back home
The answer is in the wreckage and silence
The one thing that frees us, is the same thing that binds us
Step back, out of the world you know
Step back, watch the foundation crumble
Writer: Terra.Sick
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