We were simply written into the script
As characters decidedly inciting some rift
Protagonizing, antagonizing
Fictitious sightseeing, so frightening
What it might mean
But I want beauty to believe
That I can be a better sight to see
That I can shape saunter from a walk
And I can grace the senses
With a soft unassuming touch that
Hitherto, has never seen the light of darkened rooms
I have crowned her name, I have cursed it too
I have held it high as a basic truth
But, who are you? Beauty, we need to see
Who are you?
Still I act as if I have chance
Relenting or abiding when I can
But beauty, hark that I want nothing more than
To fall right back into your arms
You can sing me pretty lullabies
How everything that matters is in your eyes
We're passing the massive destruction panic
Didn't it stop dead in its tracks to vanish?
Didn't it mimic the boredom before it?
Calling into question the method of boredom.
Victory vanity
I believe everything that victory says to me.
Oh, mirror, oh, mirror on the wall
Is all the beauty behind the wall?
But who are you? Beauty, we need to see
Who are you? Beauty is you, see now?