| Relieved whenever life is out of red | |
| But old scars force you down in defensive pose | |
| Dark, blue skies always tumbling over you | |
| Connect all disparate dots and label them as true | |
| You're straying off point | |
| Through a fixed kaleidoscopic view | |
| Narrowing the field | |
| Without adding anything new | |
| Intuitive stories aren't easy to unlearn | |
| Only collective peaks remain | |
| Dark, blue skies always tumbling over you | |
| Just repeat old fables until they feel brand new | |
| You're straying off point | |
| Through a fixed kaleidoscopic view | |
| Narrowing the field | |
| Without adding anything new | |
| You're straying off point | |
| And preferring to live a lie narrowing the field | |
| Regress and self-amplify | |
| With nothing new |