Your soul, it redefines
My state of mind
Why so shallow, hollow, callow
I will not follow your haste
Why do most succeed to find rats for their mazes
Amazing stages of what seems like infinite races
When all in all we can only blame ourselves
Its not made for the shelf
Not made for the shelf
Too many memories cloud my mind
And I find myself wandering
The casualties of flamboyance
Its damn buoyant you see
My eyes are open wide
Dont point your finger at me
Shaded infra red to me
Bounded by heredity
Which furthers my anger towards thee
But you know that I feel
Fine
Jading, fading, waiting for a sign
Im waiting for a sign
