| Every story has two sides | |
| The one we take is no different | |
| And somewhere in the middle | |
| Lies a truth unfolding lucent | |
| So to whom do we turn? | |
| There are whispers never written | |
| There are actions never seen | |
| There are questions never answered | |
| In the darkness of the scene | |
| Fear leads us here | |
| We find our lives caught in a shell | |
| Now time is lost | |
| Somewhere between trust and ourselves | |
| There is silence never broken | |
| There are moments in between | |
| This is something out of nothing | |
| The trust only found in dreams | |
| Fear leads us here | |
| We find our lives caught in a shell | |
| Now time is lost | |
| Somewhere between trust and ourselves | |
| Now we can feed into the disguise | |
| Run our hands softly down their thighs | |
| What began with softly touching lips | |
| Is the final movement between their hips | |
| Lies must be broken to end the spell | |
| Break mine and all is well | |
| This curse you have placed upon us all | |
| Tears deep into the flaw | |
| This picture we keep inside our heads | |
| Worthy to be misled | |
| Deceit and deception perfected | |
| In this world of hatred | |
| Fear leads us here | |
| We find our lives caught in a shell | |
| Now time is lost | |
| Somewhere between trust and ourselves |