Bunsen

All bets are off I had my hopes all drawn out on the pages of a screen That I decipher now from the wreckage of the siege But the prospect of finding such an ability to succeed is believed to be false pretense (the lies) It's dreamt up on the pillow of the bed of our thieves It's dreamt up on the pillow of the bed of our thieves Don't forget the vision can bleed It can bleed Scout the seas from our new found blind perspective And see that darkness doesn't change Because the roots of the character they run too deep Damaging the mind Resuscitate the waves of the brain Breathe life into what once was great Remove all my heartache Remove all my heartache Remove all my heartache (The waves) and resuscitate the brain Remove all my heartache (the waves) Remove all my heartache (the waves) Remove all my heartache (the waves) (Breathe life into what once was great) Breathe life into what once was great (The waves) What once was great