Subtle hum, I feel like a distant train, pounding steel. Remains my own *hindred* lie; Too decisively concealed. As my red tears keep me dreaming Of you in my arms, I do not tell.
To let you see who I am- under this shrouded disguise. To let you see the things I do, are all for you. Are all for you.
Today, I live these lies from when In my sleep, creating things I only barely believe. And in my perfect world, the weight of the world Would cease to an ever-needed ease, To let you see through its influencing eyes.
To let you see who I am- under this shrouded disguise. To let you see the things I do, are all for you. Are all for... You!