[ Featuring The Shutup ]
In through the pane is a glimpse of your world
It's a mirror to your soul, it's a mirror of control
Framed are the fragments broken by my self delusion
Each tinted shard is a fraction of my dark
Unchanged is the view but still changing with each season
A snapshot of a landscape, pinhole looks at heartache
Cracks slowly creak across the boundaries of reality
Try to hold it in but the walls are paper thin
Am I looking in or looking out
The illusion of my safety
Observations through the bars of my cage
Dust is mainly made of skin
But it sparkles in the sunbeams
Feel the shutters closing on my sanity
Cold seeps through all the holes that grow
Tapping on the see through wall
Skewed the point of view with kaleidoscope truths
Refracted light across the floor
Am I looking in or looking out
The illusion of my safety
Observations through the bars of my cage
Dust is mainly made of skin
But it sparkles in the sunbeams
Feel the shutters closing on my sanity
Am I looking in or looking out
The illusion of my safety
Observations through the bars of my cage
Dust is mainly made of skin
But it sparkles in the sunbeams
Feel the shutters closing on my sanity
Am I looking in or looking out
The illusion of my safety
Observations through the bars of my cage
Dust is mainly made of skin
But it sparkles in the sunbeams
Feel the shutters closing on my sanity
Am I looking in or looking out
The illusion of my safety
Observations through the bars of my cage
Dust is mainly made of skin
But it sparkles in the sunbeams
Feel the shutters closing on my sanity"
