reaching out into the distant time to reflect something beyond our lives as my collodes! all confused what is real wrapping me into disguise... i know wrapping me into disguise
crossing the gates of conscioucness down the spiral into a sleep it's healing, as we float together we have no need to weep
searching for escape, truth is always hurting underneath the lies searching for escape, truth is always burting under wicked skies
CHORUS: there we fall and drown, try to heal the wounds but it is always too late, it's always too late there we fall and drown, try to heal the wounds it is always to late, it's always too late
leaving all passion time no one is waiting for us to return diamonds in our eyes they refuse to shine
searching for escape, truth is always hurting underneath wicked skies searching for escape, truth is always burting under wicked skies