The Eyes Of Tomorrow

(альбом: The Eyes Of Tomorrow - 2007)

[Intro:]
Here I stand,
Tranquilized.
In this little white room,
Of mine.
There I go,
On my own,
In this redifined world,
Of tide.

[Verse 1:]
So why do you take this,
Conquer and dismay this,
Peaceful sanity of mine?
Your attempting bore me,
Shatter and destroy me.
It's worthless,
It fuels my gain.
Maybe we're all insane?

[Verse 2:]
There you stand,
Ignorantly.
Just a monotone pallet,
You see.
If there was a color,
Created for me,
It consists in shades of three.
I see you enjoy this,
While I exploit this,
Brief insanity of mine.
Percieve and understand you,
Is far more than I can do.
Perceptions left far behind.

[Chorus:]
Maybe we're all insane.
The way that we live,
Reminiscing for the head game.
What if we're all insane?
I'm feeling so damn hollow,
Staring into the eyes of tomorrow.

[Verse 3:]
Coming around again,
I'm feeling much better my friend.
The doctor says,
I'm sorry you must attend,
To your little white room again.
To my little white room.

[Chorus:]
Maybe we're all insane.
The way that we live,
Reminiscing over head games.
What if we're all insane?
I'm feeling so damn hollow,
Staring into the eyes of tomorrow.

[Instrumental]