Lyrics Compound - Arbitraire

Getting in
A need to be
Sort of fine
Borderline
Red threads all
Around of it
Other's pace
A part of it
Compromise
Society
So let me in
Naivety

The leaves of pine they're taking time
Illusions no just taking soul
Bitter minds leave the lines

Sorting out
Further days
Other needs
Taking bits
Covered up
Entirely
So secretly
A heart can be

The leaves of pine they're taking time
Illusions no just taking soul
Bitter minds leave the lines

To see that there a phases like this
That all perspectives can switch
As all's a compound of bits
Gives you eyes that permit