Flaws in Our Design

Think, think, thinking my life away

This glitching, daisy chain state of mind

Could never bind or mend these severed lines

That barely hold these wretched stitches together

Oh, my soul begins to tire

From finding flaws in our design

Finding flaws in our design

From finding flaws in our design

Finding flaws in our design

Take, take, take, I've got it all to give

Chip, chip away at my walls until they cave in

Then dig a little deeper

And take what you came here for

Dream, dream, dreaming my days away

Pails of pastel blue engulf my days

Splashing mundane shades and taunt the loose frays

Tirelessly tainting these heavy veils of grey with rigor

Oh, my soul begins to tire

From finding flaws in our design

Finding flaws in our design

From finding flaws in our design

Finding flaws in our design