A New Kind

Well, you said the truth can hardly explain
Coz inside of it there’s a breathless rage
In every single word there’s a pattern that breaks in
You’re like an open book but with nothing to say
But you’re coming down like so much more
Step down our own new kind of truth
Impossible but logical
Still running out from you
Inside of this, the chance to save myself
On a spiral strained… and running up against
And despite of you a burning mask lying stares
I’m bleeding you through… still nothing to say
But impossible to be yourself
Step down our own new kind of truth
Impossible but logical
Still running our from you
I’m running out from something
Familiar science…
I should get away but still I’m running
When silence means so much more… it’s a blur
Step down our own new kind of truth
Impossible but logical, still running out from you