Lossless, the quality in which we see
Fragmented, somewhat parted away
Failed in some formats
So somehow we can see the bigger picture

We were never supposed to see these flaws,
Maybe all we are made of are expired dreams,
Flawlessly dreaming, somewhere in a summer state
Tonight the supposed truths are falling in place

Resolve, the quality in which we bleed
Impaired, somewhat parted away
Alive in some formats
So we will never see the bigger picture

With lions watching,
We played the field,
And when they came looking for us,
Under every straw we hid

We were always supposed to see their paws,
Maybe all we are made of are fielded dreams,
Flawlessly screaming, somewhere in a flustered state
Tonight our supposed ends shall be met

Failed, the quality in which we need
Distracted, somewhat parted away
Lossless in some formats
So somehow we became the bigger picture