Calamity of birth, we've all been found Of deepest darkness, curse of the ground
Secrets that lie deep inside of me There's no hiding what we really are Secrets that fight what I long to find But we hid, but we hide...what we really are
A white mask can't disguise this brokenness Look at the faces, we're such a mess
CHORUS
We hide...what we really are...
(Time stops! Calamity! My God, save me!) This is not the way it's supposed to be My soul is aching for something more glorious than what I see Another smudged page is turning with a salty stain
Crooked and depraved is such an awful state Crooked and depraved is such an awful state
I'm left jaded in the wake of one Thousand ideals of man But none of them can stand...beneath the pressure!
CHORUS
A reclusive paradigm I'm still a prisoner in my own mind But we hide (but we hide) What we really are