Treading in the dark Liquid rising No horizon I don't know where the half of me went that was you The tinted glasses my prescription for the future The only tender's what's left within Shapes and forms devoid of meaning An aura of pain that radiates A beacon to say that I'm insane A rough hand extends So I fall again So I fall again I search the cavalry of suitors Mirrors of new futures for my face But I can't recognize if who I see is me or you Which chink in my armour manipulates this shifting view Cause I can't trust the sound of how a sound mind should be Each pitch has a certain appeal to me Colours from the prism of possibility The light that emits from every human being A rough hand extends So I fall again So I fall again So I fall again So I fall again