On instincts that arenât in your traits
Some things we learned in the race
I see the sound
I will find my way
Itâs endless itâs endless
I see the sound
I will find my way
Itâs endless itâs endless
A lifetime of color gone in one blink of black
Iâd rather live in gray than go back
Why go back
And all the pain that clothed me
Reminds me your motives attack
But baby thereâs no love in that
You said youâre dying youâre dying to try this
Well maybe youâre gonna die trying
Doing just enough just enough to get by
And all these words they leave me exposed
Theyâll never compare to the word
Iâve yet to disclose
I see the sound
I will find my way
Itâs endless itâs endless
I see the sound
I will find my way
Itâs endless itâs endless
I will find my way
I will find my way