Bunsen

All bets are off
 I had my hopes all drawn out on the pages of a screen
 That I decipher now from the wreckage of the siege
 But the prospect of finding such an ability
 To succeed is believed to be false pretense (the lies)
 It's dreamt up on the pillow of the bed of our thieves
 It's dreamt up on the pillow of the bed of our thieves
 Don't forget the vision can bleed
 It can bleed
 Scout the seas from our new found blind perspective
 And see that darkness doesn't change
 Because the roots of the character they run too deep
 Damaging the mind
 Resuscitate the waves of the brain
 Breathe life into what once was great.
 Remove all my heartache
 Remove all my heartache
 Remove all my heartache (No!)
 (The waves) and resuscitate the brain
 Remove all my heartache (the waves)
 Remove all my heartache (the waves)
 Remove all my heartache (the waves)
 Breathe life into what once was great
 Breathe life into what once was great
 The waves, what once was great