Subtle hum, I feel like a distant train, pounding steel.   Remains my own *hindred* lie;    Too decisively concealed.   As my red tears keep me dreaming   Of you in my arms,   I do not tell.      To let you see who I am- under this shrouded disguise.   To let you see the things I do, are all for you.   Are all for you.      Today, I live these lies from when   In my sleep, creating things I only barely believe.   And in my perfect world, the weight of the world   Would cease to an ever-needed ease,   To let you see through its influencing eyes.      To let you see who I am- under this shrouded disguise.   To let you see the things I do, are all for you.   Are all for...   You!