(Verse 1) Just us—the cool cats, Got the minds of detectives on a case gone cold. Clearing out the rubble, gathering the facts, Tracing out a pattern as the gamble unfolds. (Pre-Chorus) Ended up facing a hard, cold truth, Making sense of it all with the bulletproof proof. (Chorus) Building a monastery out of rhythm and fantasy, Finding the reason behind the ambiguity. Looking past the guilt, planting hope in time, Searching for a little peace of mind. (Verse 2) They play hide and seek while we dig for the roots, Scattering away at the sound of our boots. It’s true—the real is only for the brave, And being real forces them to behave. (Bridge) The truth is... they’re scared. While we demand the act, Their hearts waver, not fully prepared— And now we’re shattered by the fact. Now tell me... Is it us that’s too bold? Or is it them that couldn’t hold? (Pre-Chorus) Still, we’re left standing in the hard, cold truth, Left to stumble through the weight of the proof. (Chorus) Building a monastery out of rhythm and fantasy, Finding the reason behind the ambiguity. Looking past the guilt, planting hope in time, Searching for a little peace of mind. (Post-Chorus) When the weight of truth falls on the ground, Not even a borrowed voice can make a sound. (Outro) Just us... Left standing in the cold.
