The lines form an image of what I Could have been Could have done Could have seen Now it all bursts into flames at the blink of an eye Looking down onto infinite blue Four seasons cycling all at once The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out Looking down into blue On my life written in dust We're all gifted But some a bit more than that My throat got sore from trying to Make them notice my pathetic existence When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead Plow ahead Plow ahead Plow ahead When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead Some want a bit more than that Read the lines As the sequence unfolds Consumed by ignorance The stories untold Read the lines The stories untold Looking down onto infinite blue Four seasons cycling all at once The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out Looking down into blue On my life written in dust I curse the day we met (I curse the day we met) All the circumstances we were forced into I watch us through my window as the fog coalesces Into bygone words and memories Stories untold We're all gifted But some a bit more than that My throat got sore from trying to Make them notice my pathetic existence When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead Plow ahead Plow ahead Plow ahead When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead Some want a bit more than that Read the lines As the sequence unfolds Consumed by ignorance (Consumed by ignorance) And the stories untold Read the lines The stories untold Read the lines As the sequence unfolds Misled, consoled, detached from all Consumed by ignorance (Consumed by ignorance and the stories untold) The stories untold Read the fucking lines Misled, consoled, detached from all Consumed by ignorance