Dead but not resting I nestle within the confines of my mind Lay back This everlasting ritual Neglect the sense to contend once again While sentiments are known Intellect neglects to restrain Seeking the enlightenment Through scared to faithfully exist Strive to be lost in bliss Become lost in what you thought You could make yourself We strive for the radiance Yet forget the path Hidden in this awful glare We are more Than we may seem At first look The color won't be seen Look through the glass I can see the color Become lost in what you thought You could make yourself