Faded (Original Mix)

Watching every illusion dissolve in the smoke.
Stepping through the floor with the promises.
Not a bit of waving, not a loss of direction.
Filtering the noise
No objective reflection.
No fake attachment.
I don't flex for the ghost
Carrying the clarity that matters the most.
I don't move to keep the vision intact.
Guarding every country as
The shadows retract our faith.
Pull up the phantom decay.
Standing in the center with the break of the day
Heart stays steady while the surface
Colors be rooted in the distance
Of a need.
They ask you what the stress