Integration

Losing sight of the horizon,

With every single turn.

I learned to never trust the rain,

Even as the bridges burn.

Do I see your true colors,

Or paint over them with my own?

Slowly suffocating.

Getting kind of tired of treading water.

Break me down,

Tear me to pieces,

Make me believe that there's another way.

Break me down,

Leave me with the pieces,

And I swear to God,

I'll find another way to make them fit.

Integration.

Chasing ghosts down corridors,

While the walls all speak in code.

Do I hear the words they speak,

Or do I shout over them with my own?

Voices quickly fading,

Getting awfully tired of falling backwards.

Break me down,

Tear me to pieces,

Make me believe that there's another way.

Break me down,

Leave me with the pieces,

And I swear to God,

I'll find another way to make them fit.

Integration.