Staring out through the streaks on the window
Peering inside in to all of the secrets there
Try to endure but the scrutiny kills me
Done some repairs but it’s worthless in the end
If there is no savior
The rest of our lives is all we’ll have left
I can tell that you’re reading our thoughts
Just like a script to the parts we all play
Every move is a tribute to weakness
Every kindness is a devastating charade
If there is no savior
The rest of our lives is all we’ll have left
Only you can make sense of the masks that we all wear
Can you really see through the barrier?
Through all the filth and reflections
Self worth becomes increasingly confusing
When all signals cross and become obsolete
I found that the shadows were safest
But now you’re here and I’m questioning reason
I can never be, never see as clear as you can
I’m flawed can’t you see?
Sure you can because you’re perfect
We all just dress up in a run down dolled up carcass
Wanna see if you’re really so comfortable in your own skin?
If there is no savior
The rest of our lives is all we’ll have left
Would you bow to this maker?
Would you ever accept second best?
Did you make a difference?
Or are you really lost yourself?
Does it really matter?
Or were you just staring into the sun?
