Quiet room: places where the frightened hide
Secret meetings. Experts in the silent s***e
Fear the light anticipate the new routine
Question marks remove all doubts of fidelity
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know why they're waiting
Microphones listening to what they say
Erasing words if it ends up passing through
Breaking frames windows on the waiting crowd
Loud enough for answers for the friends inside
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know why they're waiting
Because things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Secret meetings. Experts in the silent s***e
Fear the light anticipate the new routine
Question marks remove all doubts of fidelity
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know why they're waiting
Microphones listening to what they say
Erasing words if it ends up passing through
Breaking frames windows on the waiting crowd
Loud enough for answers for the friends inside
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know why they're waiting
Because things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying
Things aren't always what they seem
And they don't know what they're saying