Facade/ The Stars Still Shine

Uninterrupted by the cold hard sickness that prevails, so readily This is my message to you Cut it up and digest all the pieces, and so let them sink to your heart My message to you And it may not make perfect sense but there should be those certain few things That you're sure of always So untainted by the fears of the day and by the emptiness of the night My message to you is to gather yourself, and to know it so well that you're able to find God genuinely And it may not make perfect sense but there should be those certain few things That you're sure of always Don't you ever refrain from being who you're made to be And how strange it is, to see Yet so many see, and so many notice But those who could make a difference, well they're paid to stay the same I don't know where I'm going next But I know this, I'm going somewhere else Oh, I don't know quite where And I don't know quite when, no But we know the deadline And it may not make perfect sense but there should be those certain few things That you're sure of always Is this a pipe dream? Is it one big grand illusion? Something built to humble me? A brand new breaking point? An anchor on the wall? Hung above the door? Some impossibility An anchor on the wall? Hung above the door? You have reached too far Tried to touch the Sun The truth is ever looming Or at least the mirage of An illusion built to suffocate And a facade you've come to know Far too well