Darkroom

A shutter snaps Exposed from the flood of the light outside An image burned Capturing the essence of new life Negatives Revealing the depths of The truths that we've tried to hide Now for all to see What we've become And left behind We steal what we borrow And carelessly take what we want With no harm in mind To trade it for sorrow There's no giving back Crimson shade, leading the way One and the same Always expecting to know the outcome Of the hand you play The patterns change Your history will follow you Down along the way Nothing to claim Undo the ties and say goodbye To your foolish games Sheltering, smothering Crimson shade, leading the way From the edge of my fingertips To the red of my eyes Forever looking away The truth won't set us free Because it will never, ever be Metamorphosis Would never come to this Bring me back to bliss Burn the evidence Close your eyes, close your eyes, realize, realize I'll burn the evidence Burn the evidence alive Invisible lens Magnified images with endless duplicates I know how it ends It comes from the source The source is overexposed, overexposed Inverted redirection A thousand words without dimension Humbling, this artificial perfection