Explain why I believe
that these walls are made of glass
And cast, with the colours that we've claimed
And the ideas that we've stained
Does time blind you and I
Do we just ignore the signs?
Natural rhythm
I'm a climax that never climbs
A constant euphoria that never intensifies
There's still hope without conformity
A blooming flower on a dying tree
Another color in the tapestry
Another shade of this catastrophe
Regrettably
I watch as some hear in a deaf way
Such a shame intelligence thrown away
What is truly entertaining?
Because we seem to be refraining
We like to ignore complexity
We're left to bleed in a shark tank of mediocrity
Theres still hope without conformity
A blooming flower on a dying tree
Another color in the tapestry
Another shade of this catastrophe
Regrettably
I watch as some hear in a deaf way
Such a shame, intelligence thrown away
Such a shame
Intelligence thrown away
Intelligence thrown away

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