Somehow the music sounds better,
Purer and less difficult to dance to,
When the lies inside you dissolve.
And joy is no longer blissful and hazy,
It is pinpricks of bold electrical light.
Things I've never felt before came with surrender,
And here I thought I've gone through every colored emotion,
It seems I forgot all kinds of white.

A debt of growth to the man that took away my sword,
And an armor in the face of my enemies.
No one to fight here no more.
Not even myself.
'Cause it's not what, or even how much you inhale,
It's what you're trying to hide with the smoke.
As much as it's not how hard you can scream,
But how preciously whole was the thing that you broke.

Good luck to you all.