New to start Deception of the sunrise It tints your life in a story Hand full of glass You never say it's easy I can't believe what I want The movement you made is late Absent mind brings a hand to your face When you start to lie You start to lie Wake with the moon Conception of the daytime, unfairly superior You fed the lie But you love it how the truth hurts I see new fear in your eyes I wish I was good at soothing the doubt I wish I was better at quenching the drought When you want to die