I won't create a theme for a promise Something useless My mouth full of sand All I need to bring is this colour for my own blade This colour for my own blade
I say, i'm not the one Can you read my notes Cause it's so much better With simple faces Are you ready to know? It's not a revelation, but a simple distortion Constant and permanent decay. Everything seemed so perfect Open up your eyes, ain't got time
Not alive but just breathing Ideal means nothing I'm the believer, I'm the believer I'm the believer and I'm still dreaming
What becomes first when something new is created Take a position to rise and say goodbye
Maybe tonight Near the rotten roots Life holds detail, with simple faces You're not ready to know It's not a revelation, but an endless situation My words are intense I'm still standing My words are intense I'm still standing
Not alive but just breathing Ideal means nothing I'm the believer, I'm the believer I'm the believer and I'm still dreaming