You taste the cr-ime
And time slowly winding
The pride behind your e-yes, is deceptive
Is blinding
(Hear me whisper)
(3X)
Spitting in the face I find you (whisper)
Entangled in the web I find you (whisper)
Sleeping in the arms I find you (whisper)
I find you (whisper)
(You taste the cr-ime)
(And sl-owly remind me)
(Of times when Your light, was blinding, to m-e)
(Whisper)
(Whisper)
(3X)
(T-ime)
Sipping from the cup of tragedy
Entangled in the web of vanity
Spitting in the face of sanity
I find you
The peace in your mind
Is deceptive by des-ign
The light behind your eyes
Is blinding
(And the gl-ow)
(Is getting bright)
(Is getting bright)
(But it’s not light)
(Its in the)
It’s not light
(Its in the)
It’s not the light
(Its in the)
But it’s not, l-ight
It’s the daylight breaking down, in y-our m-ind
As the darkness tells its solitary l-ie
(Bl-ind)
It’s not light
It’s not light
It’s not the light
That’s blinding
