I'm gonna run from the voice of reason 'till it turns to laughter
Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after
the chronicles contain a few hidden chapters
Which keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity backfires
a cold grin curtains hunger pains and eagerness
in one throw you could expose up my weaknesses
I'm putty in your hands kept my ways buried'in sand
until you learn to look through a window no one else can
oh charity, clarity, honesty excitement
the one with class, falsely accused, misconstrued
anger, sorrow, pact, machinary, decisions
collisions, instant gratification
thinking about you programed to destr