Projector

Build me up
Build me up
Just so we go down again
Bring me down
Tear me apart
I don't mind it
I don't mind it

Giving up
Fuck the dream
It's better than this makebelieve
Happiness
In smaller things
I can find it
I can find it

I'm moving away from the life of a maker
A far away future that I'd rather ensure
Awaits me through my introspection
I have found the right direction

Move along
Move along
Does it feel like home at all?
I'm away
From this world
Restart our life
I've made my choice

Museum opens its doors
Center piece, fearful of its curator
He sees perfection
In no need of his brush
The sculpture trembles
Afraid of its touch

See, it hurts
These things around me
I held them close
So close they shattered
The pieces carved into my skin a message
And thanked me
For their freedom
In silence
In solitude
Which I used to love
I now tremble
Because now
In silence and solitude
I only find
My true self

So I'm moving away from the life of a maker
A far away future that I'd rather ensure
Awaits me through my introspection
I have found the right direction