When the manners are part of the known
On the edges of pending, alone
We close our eyes to the obvious narrative
But the mission created to fall
Tasting blood as we answer the call
What's right when it all's pass tragedy?

The faces seem familiar but these streets are not your own
They're just a mannequin still trapped within
The bitterness reflected off of the highs and being birth
They scream "avarice", we've been begged for this

Separated by colors and light
Too devastated to prolong the fight
We did it once, we call it bravery
Our kin traditions, we change their appeal
Our people beside us forget how to feel
It's not a face, it's a symptom of entropy

The faces seem familiar but these streets are not your own
They're just a mannequin still trapped within
The bitterness reflected off of the highs and being birth
They scream "avarice", we've been begged for this

If there's a reason we once aimed so high
Just to challenge our beliefs
Can we rebuild our reason on a differ stray?
Like anything we can never learn enough in these sanitary days
But as our faces change, the solitude remains