Gray skies gray, black white Hope is just red inside Clouds rain paint of mute rays Of black and gray skies on white sunlight In dreams of aster waves as delicate as they seem Now back to reality Gray skies gray, black white Hope is just red inside As we partake in meaning Sound is just like a god Modified wrong What we hear spawns Thoughts we take wrong Synchronize Take us back Such is life Why would we ever think twice? This failure lives on Gloom hears our envy Mass cheers are sending ghostly fabrications I fall this distance of an early grave As accidental wings sprout when doubt and fear are found And an early change seemingly makes its appearance Blackest eyes as they glow from inside the storm Tell me to beware this alternate route Sound is just like a god Modified wrong What we hear spawns Thoughts we take wrong Modified wrong Synchronized all of our faults As the bolts punch drains in me To let it all out as I turn myself around Torn, but with the holes that entered now showing You left a mark now glowing In a place where darkness thrives You'll be recognized as someone with hope With the holes that entered now showing You left a mark now glowing In a place where darkness thrives You'll be recognized as someone with hope