Show me a painting of a beautiful sunrise. All I'll see are the limits, the lines. A painted seascape clouded over fears. Fears and hopes lay on my shoulder. Sailed across limits and lines. A dangerous game on the tides of life. Explosion in a silent room. Plucking myself from my tomb. Life is the antihero, an entity to be feared. A traveler's life, a killer's drive. Nothing compares to what I feel today. With hearts pounding in a mechanical hum. Explosion in a silent room. The picture's faded, nowhere to run. Plucking myself from my tomb. Through cataract eyes we view this play, view this play. Writing the prologue to life's tragic fable.
Lyrics submitted by westonsagle