I was aging
In the wrong direction
Heading uphill
To the shrine you slept in

I can see you rising
Through the haze of morning
Breaking up my virtue
I was meant to break against you
If we're just pretenders
What the hell’s the truth for?
I was always caught in yours

But I got colored out, colored out

I'm a strangled stone, I'm a churchless reverend
I'm a charcoal burned into something different
So I'm trading out all the woolen blankets
For a fevered pride, 'cause there’s no one to clasp beside

'Cause it’s always an iron age
But could I choose my cage?
(There’s no one to clasp beside)
And is there something to believe in when I wake?
(There’s no one to clasp beside)
‘Cause there’s always another step
And you can’t see it yet
(There's no one to clasp beside)
But I know something’s coming soon to cause a wreck
(There’s no one to clasp beside)
I can see you rising
Through the haze of morning
Breaking up my virtue
I was meant to break against you
If we're just pretenders
What the hell’s the truth for?
I was always caught in yours

But I got colored out, colored out

My hands were flames
Keeping you safe

We were dark red in the wrong direction
I was staring spades at the wrong reflection
So I’m sneaking out of a faked existence
And I’m just in time, 'cause there’s no one to clasp beside