We built from the ground every inch of mountain top we found, snow capped with proportionate sides, the creation of our eyes, to form a perfect plan to send a message from this land, to break every barrier, to write a brand new word

And it's mythology that makes you turn your leaves and run, fall to the floor I pulled my heart out for this part

All that we are is just a moniker of the world we made here, should of been better but we never found that time, there's nothing any more to believe in here in this waste land, I crossed out, I sold out, I lied

Our eyes open wide to gaze across the morning sun in the sky, it was a dedicated portrait of love a perfect structure made with delicate gloves, and what you write down is the only way to get by in the world these days I want more than anything

And it's mythology that makes you own your leaves and run fall to the floor I pulled my heart out for this part

All that we are is just a moniker of the world we made here, should of been better but we never found that time, there's nothing any more to believe in here in this waste land, I crossed out, I sold out, I lied

All that we are is just a moniker of the world we made here, should of been better but we never found that time, there's nothing any more to believe in here in this waste land, I crossed out, I sold out, I lied

Everything breathes, everything breathes, everything, everything breathes