"Frosted Glass" lyrics

If you keep it in the dark
It's more than likely that it's running through
Those tunnels that sit beneath the flakes that mask your inner workings
Think you are the spectacle
But really you're just great at socialising
Climbing up the ladder, clinging to the fibres, hanging from the fabric of
Existence's potential

A display of alacrity
Thinking altruism's more than just a deed
But a door perchance into a place that may or may not grant reward
When the attention's turned
It's all outstretched arms, with palms that overflow
If all eyes are elsewhere
Then not an ounce of you would grapple with the notion of
Existence's potential

On an isolated avenue
See a creature barely keeping up with its own heartbeat
But in delirium they stammer and though harmless, as is understood, you run, you run, you run, you run, you run
An incident alike
But now that fellow's in amongst other fellows
Who in turn redirect their sight
Now will you commit your act of charity in daylight? Thus edging, thus edging closer to
Existence's potential

Whilst there are physical embodiments
Of those ticks, those ticks that are essential
If only when surrounded, do you feel truly proud
Then it's improbable, it's improbable that your even nearly close, even nearly close to
Existence's potential

Yeah, to separate, discern between
You've got to find the characters
Whose acts consist of springs to mind
And not of eye upon, you'll find
Existence's potential