The Outline - Aesthetics lyrics

Furnished in fur and afraid of your father You've choked out the air, burned up the water Your sin is yourself, a slave to your youth Too caught up in deceit to come close to a truth Infinitely infantile, but ultimately worth each and every while Why do dreams dissipate upon waking, before we're able enough to intake them, Something is missing, Leave me, let me be, what's dead is free We froze in frozen time It all ends now