Paroles de Part I: Black Tide

Silk-screenedmasquerading self impression of you change it again it's like I'm asphyxiated by the false reception of you change it again your eyes cauterizing and your eyes are lost in the glare and i know you'll never care this tempest resides in boxed screens and magnetic waves can we break away and embrace our miscarriage? will we surrender now to a paradigm of formality and sitback, concede, it owns you opaque, to you its all clear and I know the tides will find a way to change again