Waking the visions of our fallen paths

Of things we can't just forget

With wicked precision they're crafted like holograms

And we burn underneath the surface of our hearts in vain

We can't accept or believe all the things we don't fully understand

When we turn the lights out

We taste our burial ground

We turn the dark into a spark

We're free to see but kneel to feel alive

We are a lie

Alive

We are a lie

Back in the region from all our aftermaths

From underworld

With sinking decisions created from the thoughts below

We can't accept or believe all the things we don't fully comprehend

We don't know

(We turn the dark into a spark)

(We're free to see but kneel to feel alive)

(We are alive)

When we turn the lights out

We taste our burial ground

We turn the dark into a spark

We're free to see but kneel to feel alive

We are alive

Alive

We are alive

Alive

We are a lie