The Sum Of Damage Done (Silhouettes I-V)

[Silhouettes I]

...draw my silhouette...

They draw your silhouette

In a snapshot slice of life

They spell your sobriquet

We tend to gravitate

In wiry line roulettes

Always in orbit

It's all what you radiate

So prone on prejudice

With a knack for pinning down

Held to your premises

Instant-bound

To mesh and canvas, grid and ground

All gone too far

Where did we go wrong?

All that we are

The sum of damage done

So prone on etiquette

You gloss your silhouette

Saving every oddity

For therapy

Lost and bereft

Where did we go wrong?

All that is left

The sum of damage done

[Silhouettes II]

We're all but silhouettes

Sketch-like circles in the sand

Then, like burn-marks from a cigarette

Life steps in

To fill in the blanks

And though the chalk outline is just a myth

Enticing fiction at its best

Attractive lies become reality

And thriller portraits become man

In the blanks of society

In red ink on too much tan

Like dents in a passenger door

Of something driven too fast, too hard

So personality is really nothing more

Than the random scattered holes

In a punch card

Just flaws in the programming

Simple brushstrokes askew

Until those stains of uniqueness

Become someone who's you

And so...

The one you are

The ones you're not

The ones you once were

And could become

The ones you hate

The ones you love

Yes, everyone

Is just the sum

Of damage done

[Silhouettes III]

[Instrumental]

[Silhouettes IV]

You flaunt your silhouettes

Hiding your damages away

When they are just the rare dents that may

Convince me to stay

So prone on therapy

We hope that it might go away

But what sets you free

Is letting it hurt

And learning to say

This is all me

And that's OK

We try to heal

That's where we go wrong

It's our appeal

It is who we are

The sums of every scar

[Silhouettes V]

[Instrumental]