Ashen, Pallid Lyrics

You can't help but to lose sight of the spectrum,
when color is no more than a concept.
There is no cure for the, the most subtle sort of blindness,
it just festers, and grows, and develops inside.

If this is my wits' end, where do they begin again?
If this is my wits' end, where do they begin again?

If this is how it has always been then,
this is how it shall remain.
As everything surrounding slowly fades into grayscale,
life is much less where it once was found abundant.

This is my wits' end, where do they begin again?
I'm reclaiming my flaws and embracing tomorrow.
This is my wits' end, where do they begin again?
I'm reclaiming my flaws and embracing tomorrow.

This is evisceration.
This is passion tearing through flesh and bone.
Oh God, I'm alone.

This is evisceration.
This is passion tearing through flesh and bone.
I'm an amalgamation of the fears that I've found in my time spent alone.

It isn't me, it isn't me, I swear I'm all I am,
(This is evisceration. This is passion tearing through flesh and bone.)
I'm just taking everything as was prescribed.
(I'm an amalgamation of the fears that I've found in my time spent alone.)

And if it isn't meant to be then lay it out in front of me,
(This is evisceration. This is passion tearing through flesh and bone.)
a reminder of what's keeping me alive.
(I'm an amalgamation of the fears that I've found in my time spent alone.)

It isn't me, it isn't me, I swear I'm all I am,
(This is evisceration. This is passion tearing through flesh and bone.)
I'm just taking everything as was prescribed.
(I'm an amalgamation of the fears that I've found in my time spent alone.)

And if it isn't meant to be then lay it out in front of me,
(This is evisceration. This is passion tearing through flesh and bone.)
a reminder of what's keeping me alive.
(I'm an amalgamation of the fears that I've found in my time spent alone.)

I'm reclaiming my flaws and embracing tomorrow.