Backstage, beneath the hollow lights
You took your mark,
you heard your cue
The routine is getting easier with time
No longer question what is true
(What is true?)
Same floor, same lines, same counted steps
A rhythm learned subconsciously
Slowly wears you down until
The role becomes reality

Knuckles so flush
And struggling so hard
To shove a square peg in the hole

You’re over the rainbow
But the truth is black and white
Sold your soul for appetite
You’re chasing a fake behind a sheet
Losing yourself in a technicolor dream

I saw the script And I read the lines
heard the cheering of the crowd
Longing for desires of blinded eyes
And the life of the proud

Knuckles so flush
And struggling so hard
To shove a square peg in the hole

You’re over the rainbow
But the truth is black and white
Sold your soul for appetite
You’re chasing a fake behind a sheet
Losing yourself in a technicolor dream

We hear the age old question (Did He really say?)
Do we take the bait? (Did He really say?)
To suffer shipwreck (Did He really say?)
Regarding faith

You’re over the rainbow
But the truth is black and white
Sold your soul for appetite
You’re chasing a fake behind a sheet
Losing yourself in a technicolor…
You’re over the rainbow
But the truth is black and white
Sold your soul for appetite
You’re chasing a fake behind a sheet
Losing yourself in a technicolor dream

I was standing in that same place
(why? why me?)
I could be wearing the same face
(why? why me?)

Every word proves true