Is it pale there where you are
Do you wait for someone to bring your world color
With all due respect you are blind as you are deaf
With a view full of vivid blues and greens
You'll still say there's nothing left
Oh nothing left
It is true what they all say
That you can bring a horse to water
But you can't make it drink
Like when I mold glass from the sands of time
To craft you a scope that shows you the future
And you have the nerve to look through and say
Well that is just you assuming
But I'm as constant as the Northern Star
Here for you again in your darkest hour
And you pray to me to come and set you free
But that's not the first thing you do
While you're on your knees
I, I will be mean
And you can drink all of the time in spite
Because a cut made by my hand
Bleeds for eternity
And you can't seem to sew it up
No matter how hard you try
I would know I practiced on myself first
Fool thought you couldn't be saved
But I have beaten you at your malicious game
Soon they will smell the decay
Of a love so prudent they will find their own ways to relate
You'll start to put faith in your pain
Something once so meaningful still has meaning to me
See that when this comes to a head
That I'll write the wrongs and songs
Of everyone who never did
I, I will be mean
And you can drink all of the time in spite
Because a cut made by my hand
Bleeds for eternity
And you can't seem to sew it up
No matter how hard you try
I would know I practiced on myself first