You came into my twisted view
In question all we made
"Where are we going?"
I will become the god
Attached is one your form I make
A focus trimmed to it
A crippled vendetta
The hour mark is soon
To cut the skin which traps our thoughts
We pull it back down into
Where we started
I want to be one.
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
I'm insane but it's not enough.
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but it's not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(I thought I was gone.)
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but it's not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(I thought I was gone.)
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
I thought I was gone.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but it's not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(I thought I was gone.)
A twisted hand will make you empty out
I slide back to (?)
The blood drips over us, as I (?)
With the shade of the moon
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
I thought I was gone.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but it's not enough.
(Where are we going?)
I'm insane but I'm not enough.
I thought I we were gone.