Bipolarized Lens Lyrics

Two sides to every blade

Cut to the chase or

Sheathe the pain

Two sides to every page

One to paint

And one left blank

I've got some stories to tell

Buried in dust, lost on the shelf

Do you think you could take my hand

And hold me up and try to understand

I'm more than the pieces that make me up

More than a lost and shattered man

Oh, God, I'm trying

Two sides to every coin

Spent or saved

Tossed in the well either way

Two sides to every life

There's points of view

But then there's the truth

I've got some past lives to share

Buried in flames, lost in myself

Do you think you could take my hand

And hold me up and try to understand

I'm more than the pieces that make me up

More than a lost and shattered man

My head is still haunted

These demons are eating

The skeletons lost in the closet

Do you think you could take my hand, here I am drowning in my own head

And hold me up and try to understand

I'm more than the pieces that make me up, swimming in a flood of my own creation

More than a lost and shattered man

Do you think you could take my hand, with an army of doubt to back me up

I'm breaking up, I'm fading, here I am reaching out to anything that floats

But I'm taking command, hoping for anything with the patience to listen