Текст песни rationale. - FBS

oh, wouldn’t it be such a nice introduction to tell you what you see is what you get?
but to tell the truth, you don’t know me.
not like you could've tried.
plaster me with an identity so I can hardly see
if that’s what makes you happy

my sight's getting worse
I sleep through the exits
you keep me up through the night
with the thoughts that I hide behind.

now gather round to see a portrait so bittersweet
you’ll place the blame on me
and when the colors start to fade,
take the artist to the stake
burn him at the stake

my sight is getting worse
I sleep through the exits
you keep me up through the night
with the thoughts that I hide behind.
now gather round to see...

the paint chip off this frame.
you’re speeding up the process
just get it over with, I can’t take this.
you look amused with your progress
and I can’t help but break through the paint