Red runs
Down the terrain
Don't know
If I can feel again
Torn open
The spectacle begins
We learn to love the pretense
And the emptiness expands
Each distraction
Each moment
We get closer to the end
Lost ones
Roaming the dark
Hold on
To who we think we are
Blurred vision
And broken hearts
We learn to love the pretense
And the emptiness expands
Each distraction
Each moment
We get closer to the end