building mirrors to blind the sun
hiding clouds to fool the stars
growing textures to hide the stains
drawing brickwalls to protect the hearts

you seek for a way
to get to the surface
yet each step drowns you more

and you ask what you've done
to deserve this
and you miss that you already have the answers

and the cycle just keeps returning
and the cycle just keeps returning
and the cycle just keeps returning
and the cycle just keeps returning

and you miss that you already have the answers