I won't say we are the innocents, we're just numb to violence
The road we take is of appearances, and it comes with our silence
I won't say we are the innocents, when were numb to violence
The road we take is of appearances, and it comes with our silence
Are you in the eye of a whirling storm?
The world is on fire, but you can't feel the heat of the wars
There's a nightmare inside of me, but there's a numbness that comes and it starts to become kind of ordinary
No heart starts off like a stone, but we have built a dam where the water once flowed
Freezing our souls so cold in the snow, entwined in the undergrowth
We never have the time or the energy, some say it was a lie, a conspiracy
But we are gonna hide from our own reality
the tears that we cry are our sanity
spent lives, in a search for protection, but what we found was a prison of oppression, we put a lock on our hearts, we locked up our souls, we lost the meaning of living in the world
I won't say that we are the innocents, we're just numb to the violence
The road we take is one of appearances, and it comes with our silence
I won't say that we are the innocents, when we're numb to the violence
The road we take is one of appearances, and it comes with our silence
Sometimes in a great pain, the heart becomes hard and tight like a mountain,
We feel the levy of our soul near breaking, our body boarded-up like winter vacation
But the trouble of the path of avoiding the pain, is a life where all the colours have been lost and it all looks grey
we forget it was ever was another way, we thought we were free but we're empty
And when a knife in our heart is the price we pay for keeping eyes open to the day
You can understand why we look away, don't wanna be drowned by the falling rain,
But now we have a choice to make, are we gonna see the day when we can bleed willingly and joyfully,
become a fragment of humanity, cos you know? desolation is lonely