Paroles: Broken Iris. The Eyes Of Tomorrow.

Here I stand tranquilized in this little white room of mine
Here I go on my own in that redifined world inside

So, why do you take this, conquer and dismay this
Peaceful sanity of mine?
Your attempting to bore me, shatter and destroy me
Is worthless and fuels my gain

There you stand ignorantly, just a monotone pallet you see
If there was a color created for me, it'd consist in shades of three
I see you enjoy this while I exploit this
Brief insanity of mine
Perceive and understand you
Is far more than I can do
Perception left/struck far behind

Wait he's coming around again, yes I'm feeling much better my friend
I'm sorry son to say that you must attend to your little
White room again

So what if we're all insane
The way we all live reminiscing for the head game
Maybe we're all insane
I'm feeling so damn hollow staring into the Eyes of Tomorrow