We tread, as if the morning’s to fade, while we act like we can’t understand.
Pay them no mind, though there’s gold in their eyes, 
and there’s still none left to blame.
Dormant it lies in behind the surprises, that beneath the molding, they chafe.
In image and glory, there’s nothing here for me,
Cuz’ I am but only a man

Take the distance.
Take the distance.
Take the distance.

Now!



I’d rather you see me with all that comes easy, the expression that’s within my face.
So open your eyes up, to no new surprises 
Cuz’ all I see is fake.
God will you help us, I know that we’re born dust, but what does it take to create?
A lasting memory, of what’s perfect to me, is something that I cannot take.

Break the system.
Break the system.
Break the system.
 
Down!

When all that we know, is just what we’ve been shown
Is there no room that’s left for mistakes?
Some in disguises in broken down diamonds, the demons that we cannot shake.
There’s glitter in guises, that turns to demise when we’re choosing to accept our fate. 
It’ll swallow you whole, to the depths of your soul, for which, you leave no room left for faith.

Drink the poison.
Drink the poison.
Drink the poison.

Proud!

Christian Martell