Our lungs are filled with doubt, We're bleeding out but not giving up I hope you come back to reality Why do they always say 'this only happens to me?' Cutting themselves up to mask the pain Forever chasing shadows Now you're waiting to fade away Face yourself Step down Make room for reason Why can't you just come back to reality Wake up Getting closer to the edge There's nothing i can say I hope you find your way Ryo Kinoshita: Get a grip because we're sick of it Tying nooses to feel existence Tired of turning to blade Where is this life that you lead? With the smiles that you fake Hollow souls fill this bed But don't you see? That it stains when you bleed Like the friends that you leave Wishing you'd get a grip so step down Step down Make room for reason Why can't you just come back to reality Wake up Getting closer to the edge There's nothing i can say I hope you find your way I hope you find your way, Step down You're getting closer now I hope you come back to reality Reality Knuckle down To what consumes you These scars won't leave But see the light See the light Wear your heart on your sleeve How can you Lose yourself in phases Living life in cages? Our lungs are filled with doubt, We're bleeding out but not giving up I hope you come back to reality Get a grip because I'm sick of it