Cipher

Hold up the white flag, then pin it to the wall
 None of this looks real anymore. Leave the debris where it falls
 There's an alchemy in turning one's and zero's into reality
 A cold comfort in placing pixels between chaos and the screen
 So put your mask back on, catch a stuttered breath of air
 View the landscape through the filter of another lens flare
 There's an alchemy in turning one's and zero's into reality
 A cold comfort in placing pixels between chaos and the screen
 Is it too late to rewrite the code
 Or do we have to burn it all down