Frosted Glass

If you keep it in the dark
It's more than likely that it's running through
Those tunnels that sit beneath the flakes that mask your inner workings
Think you are the spectacle, but really, you're just great at socializing

Climbing up the ladder (climbing up the ladder)
Clinging to the fibers (clinging to the fibers)
Hanging from the fabric of existence's potential

A display of alacrity
Thinking altruism's more than just a deed
But a daub, a chance into a place that may or may not grant reward
When the attention's turned
It's all outstretched arms with palms that overflow

If all eyes are elsewhere, then not an ounce of you
Would grapple with the notion of existence's potential
On an isolated avenue
See a creature barely keeping up with its own heartbeat
But in delirium they stammer and though harmless as is understood

You run, you run, you run, you run, you run
An incident alike but now the fellow's in amongst
Other fellows who in turn redirect their sights
Now will you commit your act of charity in daylight?
They're searching, they're searching closer to existence's potential

Was there a physical embodiment of those ticks
Those ticks, those ticks that are essential?
If only when surrounded, do you feel truly proud
That it's improbable, it's improbable that you're even
That you're even nearly close, even nearly close to
Existence's potential (oh-oh)

Yeah, to separate, discern between
You've got to find the characters whose acts consist
Of springs to mind and not of eyes upon
You'll find existence's potential (oh-oh)

Oh-oh
Oh-oh