The story....
The story is that I feel like I see things differently.
No necessarily in a good way.
But definitely different.
Lyrics
Are you seeing fear?
is it stamped in your ear?
It cant seem to go away
for me it's always quite the frame
that makes......the picture blend, the picture bend
plug in unresponsive
Split the sides
reflect what I decide
turn the skies
into a colour I cant describe
In my eyes I cant be wrong
I think I'm right, I cant decide
through spectrums of a mixture I feel
alive, i see things that might
bring out..... the bad in colour, the bad in colour
Split the sides
reflect what I decide
turn the skies
into a colour I cant describe
In my eyes I cant be wrong
turn my skies into a colour I cant describe
In your eyes I cant be right....
