EX-TC
Mark Osegueda / Rob Cavestany
Black covers the mass
The mist it's so dense
It's soothing to breathe
I reach out my hand
Into the sights
Yet I grasp nothing
All seems different to me
What I've seen before
Yearn for the feel
The warmth that's inside
A childish grin
I joyfully scream
To deafened ears
It's time to begin
All seems different to me
What I've seen before
Can't help but notice
Hidden feelings I had stored
You stare at me
As if I am strange
My eyes open wide
I feel the beauty
Of all around
Then run through the tides
Come into my place
There is great pleasure
In what you will find
I throw away hate
That's how you tell
X is on my mind