Some have to see to believe it
Others are blind and can feel it
The flame burns as thick as the wick
Dwell in darkness inside, of the withering minds
Is this the part where we start our lives?
What a sight for the sore eyes
It's getting colder in here and it's sobering
To see them shuffle to the back of the line
While they suffer in fear, the marks that we made are so clear
Quivering thoughts now surround you
Engulfed by the times that we undo.
The ties that hold shadows at bay
Are unbound and undone
All but the one
Here comes the part where we start our lives
What a sight for the sore eyes
It's colder in here and it's sobering
To see them shuffle to the back of the line
While they suffer in fear, the marks that we made are so clear
Why does nothing want to make us wanna try?
You're too close to look behind
Just one touch, we could change so much
On the edge I stand preparing to go... But
I feel I've already been here
What a sight for the sore eyes
It's colder in here, it's sobering
To see them shuffle to the back of the line
While they're marching in fear, the marks that were made are so clear