| Whispered like a breeze, | |
| Rote the sound relieves my pain. | |
| Midst the machine. | |
| Feed upon his stain. | |
| Casted like a spell, | |
| The need to feel has fled my will, | |
| Still I can't tell | |
| The emptiness to fill | |
| Wasted lies to deny | |
| This hollow space inside | |
| Wasted time passes me by | |
| Many times I've tried | |
| Wasted lies to deny | |
| This hollow space inside | |
| Wasted time passes me by | |
| Many times I've tried | |
| Let light come in to taste | |
| The glass evasive stare. | |
| Like shifting tides the picture | |
| Bands the many sides this story has. | |
| Wasted lies to deny | |
| This hollow space inside | |
| Wasted time passes me by | |
| Many times I've tried | |
| Redefine, Redesign... |