Purple fields in the wound of August
Short lived love I could never forget
Flipping pages of wasted week days
Lost inside self inflicted mind games
We could be much more than we achieve
There's something I like about the way
I crawl down on my knees
It's all just make believe
We could be much more than we achieve
Throwing out all things that
We believe are cause of our disease
But it's all just make believe
Eerily purposeful climbing the stairs
They were among us but we didn't care
No more fingers caressing their skin
No more lies about how they have been
We could be much more than we achieve
There's something I like about the way
I crawl down on my knees
It's all just make believe
We could be much more than we achieve
Throwing out all things that
We believe are cause of our disease
But it's all just make believe
It's all just make believe