not People-they try to mock the rightous In turn they will be slain Bleach me into the color you wish (x2) You're out of touch and out of key Bleach me
2]) Burn me into a form until I'm nothing at all Your words are, "You're too late to lay down on the altar." You've made me frail as glass (x4) To break
Awake from the bark of the trees splintered so long ago Become the opposite of choice by hacking rationality to pieces Become the opposite of choice
fade to black as I walk away (never coming back, never coming back) Your words fall to dust as I walk away (never coming back, never coming back) Your eyes fade
not People-they try to mock the rightous In turn they will be slain Bleach me into the color you wish (x2) You're out of touch and out of key Bleach
