Place your palette on your iveness what do you ask of this
Your apathetic portraits of your lavishness
Havoc gets the upper hand tainted by the savages
ion of disaster is habits turned to sacrilege

Your abandonments cannot be covered up
Little clues you leave behind you think they're subtle
But it's enough for the colors to be skewed
It's only so plain to see the reflections in your hue

I see through I see your true colors
The irony you stand for you not being you
Taken in by this illusion of mistaken friends
And breaking ends to make new

Inside it's a bitter sweet symphony
Underneath the bridge of broken symmetry
Where it hides all distractions have quieted
And eyes get wide to the truth
You hide it visibly
Could it be it's just your misery?
Killing these selfish dreams without a drop of sympathy
Or your empathy
It's just an artificial memory