As Blind As Can Be, This Is The Art To See

As Blind As Can Be, This Is The Art To See

V1

I can hear the silence beckoning

For its voice to be heard among the radio waves

Covered up by a layer of ignorance

They’ll make up stories they wish they could live

Bridge

Consumed by a scripted world

No escape from every scene

Ponders of a new original

Slowly dying symphony

Chorus

But we all have a different story

Signing it with what will come to be

Chill we seem to lose the feeling

Stepping in to recite something unique

V2

Dead silence intoxicates my lungs

Only half decaying, silent as the dead can be

A message amidst chemical reality

I never said understanding would be easy

Bridge

Consumed by a scripted world

No escape from every scene

Ponders of a new original

Slowly dying symphony

Chorus—

Outro

In my opinion, the rest is history

Intricate through an intimacy

Delicate and violent as can be

In my opinion, the rest is history