Paint it, find a brighter colour.
Confront me with the other side.
Find in time and search in spaces
a higher truth, a finer light.

Show me all the hopes you're bearing.
Head me straight up to the skies
while I won't listen.
Tell me secrets,
hide your pain in streaks of lies.

Is this Utopia?

Tell me second, see me first
that all the betters made it worse.
The lowest of all entities
is the only place I want to be.

Tell me second, hold it fast
what even angels cannot grasp.
The empty doorways
that fall into my arms
that fall into my arms
it's just another casualty