Rationalist - August Burns Red
See yourself to the exit. We can't afford to
watch you resort to this. Even hope hides in
the shadows. Nothing is real. Color is black,
is white, is color blind. Tucking away what's
true, what's tangible. You're crashing faster,
and there won't be pieces to piece back to-
gether this time. Can't you see you're ringing?
You're ringing out. This is dissonance. It's in
the quiet of this place that all things come to
life. All that is real is blurred by your notion
of reality. You skeptic, you. You believe in
unbelief. Now you're the hypocrite. You can't
hide from this.