The accumulation of dust
A wealth of opportunities gone by
A film of insight
And passion left inside
Scratches left on the cover
Scarred by the carelessness of others
Weathered, damaged beyond repair
But the story still remains
We've only touched the surface
There's so much between the lines
Born from our head and our hand
Born on borrowed time
See what you want to believe
Judge by the scars and not what's underneath
Perpetuate your ignorance
Everyone's heart beats the same
And in the end we're all subject to fate
Overcome this senseless divide
Hide within the walls of your narrow mind
Or be the change in the world you wish to come alive
Quick to judge a book by its cover
Leave the rest to our thoughts
The cover remains
Turn the page
Watch your perspective change
He'll never be the hero you wanted him to be
But he'll always be the monster that you made him out to be
We've only touched the surface
There's so much between the lines
Born from our head and our hand
Born on borrowed time
See what you want to believe
Judge by the scars and not what lies beneath
Perpetuate your ignorance
Everyone's heart beats the same
And in the end we're all subject to fate
Overcome this senseless divide
Hide within the walls of your narrow mind
Or be the change in the world you wish to come alive