We didn't stop to recognize The thundering fog Going down with all the lies Anonymous Cubes of marble waiting to be Shaped into grace Hiding what you'll never see Victorious, victorious Forgive my tears When they turn to salt After facing your fears It's time to revolt Symptoms of vanity Referring pain Seeming to come from inside Based on the bad side I only see The things you are trying to hide To hide Forgive my tears When they turn to salt After facing your fears It's time to revolt Forgive my tears When they turn to salt