Between the lines, enough to blame You have nothing but a voice that's dying Your hands bleed careless tears A trembling heart without a pace The shallow grace behind your enemy Wash it clean with your tears Wash him with your mortal tears Praying for a lucid dream Wash him clean Praying for a lucid dream This isn't what we came to be You cut the fingers with gods purity You closed your eyes for every sin Closed your eyes to hide your hate You cut the fingers with gods purity Made a statement, eased the grief Closed your eyes to hide your hate Justified the love for greed Within your mind, perception fades You are trying to avoid the empty shame Your eyes bleed endless tears For the love you didn't give You choose the color of what's me Black or white and nothing in between I'm far beyond your fictive redemption Descending the soul of the other you