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


Lyrics submitted by Mark Mathers

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