Born, I am born
Aware, I am born
I am real, the most real I will ever be
Because the black and white macrocosm
Beyond my grasping fingers
Steals the shades of life from my skin
Will I ever escape this illusory reality raging around me?
Why does it feel like the air here has grown hungry teeth?
I could point the finger, I could kill the murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
I dissolve and disconnect myself from my breath
Drowning betwixt the rusted souls of the dead
We have lost our humanity in our quest to circumvent
The macrocosm that stole the shades of love from our hands
Will I ever escape this illusory reality raging around me?
Why does it feel like the air here has grown hungry teeth?
I could point the finger, I could kill the murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
In the end we will reap the plague
And become the disease we nurtured
Stealing the meaning and purpose
From the hands of those we've murdered
We are the guilty ones
Lost in the hungry maw of the macrocosm
I am just a finger on the hand of a murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
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Born, I am born
Aware, I am born
I am real, the most real I will ever be
Because the black and white macrocosm
Beyond my grasping fingers
Steals the shades of life from my skin
Will I ever escape this illusory reality raging around me?
Why does it feel like the air here has grown hungry teeth?
I could point the finger, I could kill the murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
I dissolve and disconnect myself from my breath
Drowning betwixt the rusted souls of the dead
We have lost our humanity in our quest to circumvent
The macrocosm that stole the shades of love from our hands
Will I ever escape this illusory reality raging around me?
Why does it feel like the air here has grown hungry teeth?
I could point the finger, I could kill the murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
In the end we will reap the plague
And become the disease we nurtured
Stealing the meaning and purpose
From the hands of those we've murdered
We are the guilty ones
Lost in the hungry maw of the macrocosm
I am just a finger on the hand of a murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
Aware, I am born
I am real, the most real I will ever be
Because the black and white macrocosm
Beyond my grasping fingers
Steals the shades of life from my skin
Will I ever escape this illusory reality raging around me?
Why does it feel like the air here has grown hungry teeth?
I could point the finger, I could kill the murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
I dissolve and disconnect myself from my breath
Drowning betwixt the rusted souls of the dead
We have lost our humanity in our quest to circumvent
The macrocosm that stole the shades of love from our hands
Will I ever escape this illusory reality raging around me?
Why does it feel like the air here has grown hungry teeth?
I could point the finger, I could kill the murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
In the end we will reap the plague
And become the disease we nurtured
Stealing the meaning and purpose
From the hands of those we've murdered
We are the guilty ones
Lost in the hungry maw of the macrocosm
I am just a finger on the hand of a murderer
I would suffer any sickness, to leave this world a dreamer
Writer: Donovan Tousignant
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
