Stand up straight to push away
The cobwebs and the growing space
Disgraced yourself but not for long
You choke down what you once got wrong
Now suffocate the rising tide
Reactions made to blow your mind
Designs you thought were bullet proof
Were nothing more than misconstrued
So you know we're always waiting for
A metaphor to come
Always chasing down the answers but
Our legs don't seem to run
While ego conquers many things
Like marionettes on puppet strings
Each ink stain racing through the dark
In tune for pathways made of sparks
Express yourself with beating hearts
Come back again when you depart
So you know we're always waiting for
A metaphor to come
Always chasing down the answers but
Our legs don't seem to run
If you colour me a picture, please
Don't paint it black and white
Everyone's still suffering through
To make it last another night
But that's alright, yeah that's alright
As pictures stream from neon screens
You want so bad to be redeemed
But what is life if not a dream?
Five billion words a magazine
Five billion words a magazine