Museum Of Idols We search behind the flesh and bone But why don't we let them go Twisted belief The color cleans your tears The smell has been deadly spread Just don't care, go ahead I can read reflection in your eyes Just a world created in our mind We want more than we can stand To taste the rhythm of the age Wicked servants beg our hope As we're losing a piece of our mind This world weakened you can't feel inside In your troubled eyes I can read... Where a smile is everything And pain never ends We search behind... Twisted belief The color cleans your tears This world weakened you can't feel inside In your troubled eyes I ca read... You walk looking through the glass At all those who had their downfall The faces staring stiff But your mind is free.