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