I Hate You

[Куплет 1] You walk into the room with hollow grace, A porcelain mask upon a weary face. You think you’re holding stars within your palm, Behind a painted, artificial calm. You talk of wisdom that you’ve never known, On brittle pedestals you’ve built alone. The years have added lines, but not the light, You’re just a shadow fading from my sight. [Припев] Yeah, I really hate you, through the neon haze, Lost inside your shallow, velvet maze. You mimic brilliance with a desperate stare, But there’s a frozen winter in your air. Yeah, I really hate you, leave the stage behind, A static rhythm for a tired mind. You’re reaching for a glory you can’t hold, Your plastic heart is bitter, gray, and cold. [Куплет 2] I read your mind like lines upon a page, A bird that’s trapped within a golden cage. You analyze the world with borrowed words, Like flightless wings of imitation birds. You look at me with envy in your eyes, You hate the truth that wears no thin disguise. I’m carving diamonds, you are sculpting clay, You’re losing colors in the light of day. [Припев] Yeah, I really hate you, through the neon haze, Lost inside your shallow, velvet maze. You mimic brilliance with a desperate stare, But there’s a frozen winter in your air. Yeah, I really hate you, leave the stage behind, A static rhythm for a tired mind. You’re reaching for a glory you can’t hold, Your plastic heart is bitter, gray, and cold. [Куплет 3] The distance grows between the base and height, I burn like suns while you escape the night. Your sophistication is a cheap veneer, It trembles when the ending draws so near. You played a game you thought you’d always win, Ignoring all the noise that lies within. But elegance is something you can’t feign, I’m sunshine dancing, you are steady rain. [Припев] Yeah, I really hate you, through the neon haze, Lost inside your shallow, velvet maze. You mimic brilliance with a desperate stare, But there’s a frozen winter in your air. Yeah, I really hate you, leave the stage behind, A static rhythm for a tired mind. You’re reaching for a glory you can’t hold, Your plastic heart is bitter, gray, and cold. [Middle 8] Syncopated heartbeats hit the floor, I’m shutting down the ghost behind the door. The analog deception starts to fray, I’m switching off the track, I’m walking away. Your vanity is ringing like a bell, A hollow tone inside a velvet shell. No symphony for fools who lose their part, You haven’t got the pulse, you haven’t got the art. [Заключительный припев] Yeah, I really hate you, through the neon haze, Lost inside your shallow, velvet maze! You mimic brilliance with a desperate stare, But there’s a frozen winter in your air! Yeah, I really hate you, leave the stage behind, A static rhythm for a tired mind! You’re reaching for a glory you can’t hold, Your plastic heart is bitter, gray, and cold! Yeah, I really hate you, through the neon haze, Lost inside your shallow, velvet maze! You mimic brilliance with a desperate stare, But there’s a frozen winter in your air! Yeah, I really hate you, leave the stage behind, A static rhythm for a tired mind! You’re reaching for a glory you can’t hold, Your plastic heart is bitter, gray, and cold!.. [Завершение] Yeah, I really hate you, it’s done, I’m turning toward the morning sun!.. You’re just a memory, thin and blue, I finally escaped the lie of you...