| The obsession around the instinctively unbound |
| Is always the first to get a shout |
| Under the weight of this distinctive curse of information |
| We are lost on our own moral high ground |
| We’re drifting in silence |
| Towards a potential death |
| If I could reach and pull a string between your teeth to learn |
| Just how it burns inside your head |
| Stare at the light with your unclosing eyes |
| Expect it to provide you with a meaning to life |
| Engage your eyes before you lose your mind |
| A silent but deadly approach to lies |
| I’ll, I’ll draw invisible lines |
| Between the morals of despair |
| And our own desires |
| You’re lost in a world ruled by fear |
| I’ll, I’ll let it fill the air |
| The persecution in your mind |
| A sense of who should care |
| Allow quiet voices to be heard |
| Protect a fragile world |
| This is only the means to the end |
| That we hope for |
| Uncover the illness |
| Before we let it take control |
| If we could all just rise above our own perspectives |
| To engage a new reality |
| Ignorance won’t feed the world |
| Find an opening to run into the night |
| Bound by an endless source of undying light |
| Embers burning brightly on what’s left of who we were |
| Do you feel a silence drifting closer to your world? |
| I’ll, I’ll draw invisible lines |
| Between the morals of despair |
| And our own desires |
| You’re lost in a world ruled by fear |
| I’ll, I’ll let it fill the air |
| The persecution in your mind |
| A sense of who should care |