Songtext von Wax Wings

It feels so wrong, stuck down in the web we weave Tear apart the way we are and do it so well Our peace of mind left in pieces Holding your head in hands and the world's watching today Feeling like an empty room Nothing ever fits, but I will find my way Resume Who am I staring at? All I've wanted and more, living beyond the door Right behind the front door Painting the patterns I've become within my eyes Murals fade, but lessons they sow And as the paths we wander have shown, our hearts will grow Beauty wades within the sound soul I've said so long to sanity Picked apart the way I am, but living to tell The surgery of mending pieces Is hanging over me and the world's watching today Yeah, this is still life Make it mine Used to do it all the time Dust off your shoulders through it Yeah, this is still life Make it mine, I used to do it all the time Sick of living low I've gotta let the feeling go Painting the patterns I've become within my eyes Murals fade, but lessons they sow And as the paths we wander have shown, our hearts will grow Beauty wades within the sound soul Yeah, this is still life Make it mine Used to do it all the time Dust off your shoulders through it Yeah, this is still life Make it mine, used to do it all the time Sick of living low I've gotta pick me off the floor Stay in the upright One second, one day, one step Just keep moving One step, keep moving Keep your head up high One second, one day, one step You're not on your own No, no, no I'm feeling like an empty room No, nothing ever fits, but I will find my way Resume Oh, I will find my way, resume Who am I staring at? All I've wanted and more, living beyond the door Right behind the front door Must I lay here as a product of the world I never leave? I can see My life is crashing down, it's been a while My mind is racing for a million miles The machine is turning me Just imagine the damage that's done When you fly with wax wings to the Sun The past is present, I'm not in denial It's holding on like it's an infant child The machines are The machines are turning me The machines are turning me The past is present, I'm not in denial It's holding on like it's an infant child The machines are The machines are turning me The machines are The machines are turning me The machines are turning me