Our optics failed us once again   In hopes to find the perfect lens   Our signals read not what we meant   Our crosshairs tangled like a web      (And) We wont reach our aims   (If) Our scars lose their shape   (And) Our hearts will not break   If they're lit ablaze      Set the charge      To take a stand against the floor   I drank the static from the core   We'll find ourselves within the womb   Both untouched and unprepared to bloom      We're more than   The waisted   Vibrations that we comprise   Our eyes once   Existed   When they were open      I miscalculated the erasures in the snow   For my equations never had lines to show   But once the quadrants cancelled,    (And)No station felt remote   The solar panels told me,    Revenge is best served cold      We set the charges   We filled the margins   We lit the fuses   We killed the tension      Our hearts are barricaded    With walls of steel   So we drank the liquid glass and   Our lungs are sealed