Powerless beneath your fingertips Scratching at the world I used to know If the truth lies in subjectiveness Is it in the high or in the low? Forever fated to your haunted kiss Searching for escape velocity Driven by the torment we exist In a state of mediocrity An idle teardrop Reflecting all this pain A deluge in a heartbeat An idle teardrop Inverted galaxy That dies upon your skin Deep inside we share this emptiness Drown it, bury it, we're in control In the real a split second of bliss Exhaled in a single breath out to the cold No escape velocity