Turn around, this world could escape you

Right or wrong, this path you're bound to

Could we choose our fantasy

Choose what we want to believe

Believe

It overwhelms the senses

We're toiled and weary

So revel and deliver us

Turn around, this world could escape you

If you believe that

Right or wrong, this path you're bound to

It's something you feel

Could we choose our fantasy

Choose what we want to believe

Believe

It overwhelms the senses

We're toiled and weary

So revel and deliver us

Calling back to fingers tracing our midsummer flame

This mask I hold is sutured in these lachrymose greys

Phosphor

Passing above

I know what I've seen, and all that's been missing

Assigning our meaning, to deities eclipsing

Heal us, deliver us

By crossing us over into tomorrow

Could we choose our fantasy

Choose what we want to believe

Or do we become the anchors

We become the anchors

We become the