Ambivalent

Blind and ambiguous, all part of the game
I've feigned my ambivalence with a smile

All my hate beneath me forms a cage
All this time to form the I became

The sun in my hand becomes my despair
For I still want the truth

Play the fool so ignorant in the shadow of disdain
Breeding your deception without eyes

All my hate beneath me forms a cage
All this time to form the I became

The sun in my hand becomes my despair
For I still want the truth

Play the fool so ignorant, deception is the game
Bleeding hearth and soiled minds
Reflect the state of our being

All my hate beneath me forms a cage
All this time to form the I became

The sun in my hand becomes my despair
For I still want the truth

Play the fool so ignorant, deception is the game
Bleeding hearth and soiled minds
Reflect the state of our being