[Verse 1]

Colourless dreams ambush my sleep

I feel their throb morosely seep

Like torches through a congested fog

A dying pulse from old batteries

[Verse 2]

This crumbled rage of inhaled screams

Bites my nails, swallows my speech

Maybe I’m tired or maybe these

Dreams are fast becoming thieves

Of my discerning qualities

[Chorus]

But I know I am as morose as I'm lucid

But I know I am as morose as I'm lucid

[Post Chorus]

We’re tracing to try to become

Something we’d like

Something we’d want

We’re tracing to try to becomе

Something we’d like

Somеthing we’d want

There’s more to life than stability

[Chorus]

But I know I am as morose as I'm lucid

But I know I am as morose as I'm lucid

[Post Chorus]

We’re tracing to try to become

Something we’d like

Something we’d want