Colors collecting A thousand ravens fly White lightning In a bottle Breaks the silence I feel connected to their cries Crimson in their eyes When darkness falls False fairytales in black pastel We lose who we are When dreams descend The faithless Condemn We lose we are Spirits reflecting Chromatic fields of light Grim smiles Pitching ire Like sirens (Sirens) I feel dejected by their plight Imprisoned by the blind When darkness falls False fairytales in black pastel We lose who we are It haunts me In black and white Their faces multiply It haunts me Their faces multiply Their faces multiply (Their faces multiply) When darkness falls False fairytales in black pastel We lose who we are When dreams descend The faithless Condemn We lose we are We lose we are