You'd rather be in the dark than know what we know

It's easier than to deal with illusions of pleasure

It's easier



What's the price of it

What's the price to live

We're only killing ourselves each and every day

Despite what we believe

There's a difference between what is and what else the perceiver knows

The only colors they know and for these things they can't compose

'Cause they don't know what I know

They'll sell your souls for their gold

And that's far too much for you

I'd tell you these words, but I'll hold them

And some say you already know

You're clairvoyant



What's the price of it

If we kill ourselves a little bit

Is it worth it

Start is relative to end

This has no price attached to it

What's the price of it

Fall down

Fall down