Gray skies gray, black white
Hope is just red inside
Clouds rain paint of mute rays
Of black and gray skies on white sunlight
In dreams of aster waves as delicate as they seem
Now back to reality
Gray skies gray, black white
Hope is just red inside
As we partake in meaning
Sound is just like a god
Modified wrong
What we hear spawns
Thoughts we take wrong
Synchronize
Take us back
Such is life
Why would we ever think twice?
This failure lives on
Gloom hears our envy
Mass cheers are sending ghostly fabrications
I fall this distance of an early grave
As accidental wings sprout when doubt and fear are found
And an early change seemingly makes its appearance
Blackest eyes as they glow from inside the storm
Tell me to beware this alternate route
Sound is just like a god
Modified wrong
What we hear spawns
Thoughts we take wrong
Modified wrong
Synchronized all of our faults
As the bolts punch drains in me
To let it all out as I turn myself around
Torn, but with the holes that entered now showing
You left a mark now glowing
In a place where darkness thrives
You'll be recognized as someone with hope
With the holes that entered now showing
You left a mark now glowing
In a place where darkness thrives
You'll be recognized as someone with hope
