In the end we tend to think of how it began

I could never explain the picture it painted, and how it made me feel

Now the ceiling is in motion

The light centered and overlooked

You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I, so do I



Such a quiet evaporation



We're nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive

I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye

Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before

What a feeble attempt just to feel alive



This is for you and your hopeless case

You never would, you never would leave me in your wish to fail every time

Every time I try



So talk about, talk about it

At least it makes you feel something inside



Who have I become? Who have I become?

Oh God, Everything, everything all around me is crumbling at my feet

Everything, everything all around me is crumbling at my feet



I stare so delicate and ashamed

At the shell I've shed myself from



In the eyes of my ghost

and I will never look back again