who else's gonna read the outer lies
the thoughts undone the spaces of the soul
i throw them all into your loving eyes
i hate them all

feel no relief in constant pain of growth
what used to be the way above the sky
can't play my part, can't be the reason why
the story goes on...

so tell, this beating heart has shape and not,
has will and life, what does it hold you for?
and to be true it always breaks apart
before you say the word