| so casually defiant and barely | |
| recognizable oh the beauty undeniable | |
| red moon rises on the eve to the | |
| eclipsing of our opposing sun | |
| we'll be the opposite of everything | |
| victor keep your head up, we don't | |
| want to to see ourselves with tragedy | |
| comes shifting of perspectives. | |
| a boy breaks down before him he's | |
| dazed and hypnotized by it "how did i | |
| become a victim too?" | |
| replace my heart i'm no longer cold to | |
| a fallen beast inside of me | |
| what are the measure of our | |
| existence the polotics of politness | |
| that stake the claims that we make. a | |
| new day to float on the expectations of | |
| lovers and the heroes we want to | |
| become... the ones. |