Deep People

**Verse 1** We don't wear masks of papier-mâché, Nor play the hero on a reckless spree. We gaze in mirrors with no filter's sway, Where mirages can't hide and cannot flee. Our light reflector catches every gleam, No phantom phantoms haunt us anymore. We'll lay bare other systems' hidden scheme, Exploring darkness, void, decay, and gore. **Chorus** We walk the bottom of the Mariana Trench, Here many perish in passion's fierce forge. Those not afraid of bruises, cuts, and wrench Will only grow much stronger at their core. Will only grow much stronger at their core. You can't assess us with a gauge or rule, We breathe our own rebellious, harsh design. Where it's too shallow — death becomes the tool, We're "versus" this, so we ourselves enshrine. **Verse 2** A paradox inside gains heavy mass: The laughter through the tears an angel sees. Upon the verge of good and evil's pass, Where love and fury are two mighty keys. Love and fury fill up to the chest, Until the worthy path is walked complete. What destiny awaits? A shining quest? Or just the ash and ice, admit defeat? **Chorus** We walk the bottom of the Mariana Trench, Here many perish in passion's fierce forge. Those not afraid of bruises, cuts, and wrench Will only grow much stronger at their core. Will only grow much stronger at their core. You can't assess us with a gauge or rule, We breathe our own rebellious, harsh design. Where it's too shallow — death becomes the tool, We're "versus" this, so we ourselves enshrine. **Bridge** Openness is our shield and Damocles' sword, To face the error saves our very soul. Grown used to armor, we've lost our accord, You're strongest when you have no outer whole. **Chorus** We walk the bottom of the Mariana Trench, Here many perish in passion's fierce forge. Those not afraid of bruises, cuts, and wrench Will only grow much stronger at their core. Will only grow much stronger at their core. You can't assess us with a gauge or rule, We breathe our own rebellious, harsh design. Where it's too shallow — death becomes the tool, We're "versus" this — thus stay true till the end, Thus stay true till the end. **Chorus** We walk the bottom of the Mariana Trench, Here many perish in passion's fierce forge. Those not afraid of bruises, cuts, and wrench Will only grow much stronger at their core. Will only grow much stronger at their core. You can't assess us with a gauge or rule, We breathe our own rebellious, harsh design. Where it's too shallow — death becomes the tool, We're "versus" this — thus stay true till the end, Thus stay true till the end.