You can't help but to lose sight of the spectrum
When color is no more than a concept
There is no cure for the most subtle sort of blindness
It just festers, and grows, and develops inside
If this is my wits' end, where do they begin again?
If this is how it has always been then this is how it shall remain
As everything surrounding slowly fades into grayscale
Life is much less where it once was found abundant
This is evisceration
This is passion tearing through flesh and bone
I'm an amalgamation of the fears that
I've found in my time spent alone
It isn't me, it isn't me, I swear I'm all I am
I'm just taking everything as was prescribed
And if it isn't meant to be then lay it out in front of me
A reminder of what's keeping me alive
I'm reclaiming my flaws and embracing tomorrow
When color is no more than a concept
There is no cure for the most subtle sort of blindness
It just festers, and grows, and develops inside
If this is my wits' end, where do they begin again?
If this is how it has always been then this is how it shall remain
As everything surrounding slowly fades into grayscale
Life is much less where it once was found abundant
This is evisceration
This is passion tearing through flesh and bone
I'm an amalgamation of the fears that
I've found in my time spent alone
It isn't me, it isn't me, I swear I'm all I am
I'm just taking everything as was prescribed
And if it isn't meant to be then lay it out in front of me
A reminder of what's keeping me alive
I'm reclaiming my flaws and embracing tomorrow