Your soul, it redefines My state of mind Why so shallow, hollow, callow I will not follow your haste Why do most succeed to find rats for their mazes Amazing stages of what seems like infinite races When all in all we can only blame ourselves Its not made for the shelf Not made for the shelf Too many memories cloud my mind
And I find myself wandering The casualties of flamboyance Its damn buoyant you see My eyes are open wide Dont point your finger at me Shaded infra red to me Bounded by heredity Which furthers my anger towards thee But you know that I feel Fine Jading, fading, waiting for a sign Im waiting for a sign