Текст песни
The world is filled with blades
They grow outwards towards your path
Inconspicuous pitfalls
cching to pierce skin
But you don't need protection
Yet as you scan for someone
Your gaze is way too high
I wish you were blind until you knew
Perfection is elusive
In your eyes
You sought the Vitruvian Man
But it was me who stopped by
I worship at the altar of you
But your stare is looking
Far beyond
You seek the Vitruvian Man
Someone you'll never find
There's no sign of perfect form
There's no proof of discipline
There's no angle cut like stone
c body shaped by experience
Preconception is a blade
Sharpened by ignorance
The hand is reaching out
If you could only look down
If you could only look down
If you could only look down
I wish you were blind until you knew
Perfection is elusive
In your eyes
You sought the Vitruvian Man
But it was me who stopped by
I worship at the altar of you
But your stare is looking
Far beyond
You seek the Vitruvian Man
Someone you'll never find
John Makarewicz - Drums
Carl Cunningham - Bass
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar
