We were simply written into the script
As characters decidedly inciting some rift.
Protagonizing and agonizing.
Fictious sightseeeing, so frightening
What I might mean.
I want beauty to believe
And I can be a better sight to see.
That I can shape a 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 cried her name
I have cursed it too.
I have held it high
As a basic truth.
But who are you?
But who are you?
Beauty,
We need to see
Who are you?
Who are you?
Beauty,
We need to see
Who you are?
Who you are?
Beauty,
We need to see
Who you are?
Who you are?
Beauty,
We need to see
1:55
Still I act as if I have a 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-Vanity.
..
I believe everything Victory says to me.
Oh, mirror, oh, mirror on the wall.
Is there no beauty behind the wall?
2:53
Anymore,
Everything is everywhere.
What a bore,
Who's to..
Giving more, cause everything...
..
I'm a whore,
from everything and everywhere.
Beauty's a whore, from everything and everywhere
Beauty is a whore for every...
Who are you?
Where are you?
Beauty
..
We need to see.
Who are you?
Beauty is you.
See now?
