Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Calamity of birth, we've all been found
Of deepest darkness, curse of the ground
Secrets that lie deep inside of me
There's no hiding what we really are
Secrets that fight what I long to find
But we hid, but we hide...what we really are
A white mask can't disguise this brokenness
Look at the faces, we're such a mess
CHORUS
We hide...what we really are...
(Time stops! Calamity! My God, save me!)
This is not the way it's supposed to be
My soul is aching for something more glorious than what I see
Another smudged page is turning with a salty stain
Crooked and depraved is such an awful state
Crooked and depraved is such an awful state
I'm left jaded in the wake of one
Thousand ideals of man
But none of them can stand...beneath the pressure!
CHORUS
A reclusive paradigm
I'm still a prisoner in my own mind
But we hide (but we hide)
What we really are