I speak simplicity, yet the meaning is deeper/
I claim it's my soul but my heart is my keeper/
It leads me to place where guilt follows my reason/
To a place where paranoia is always in season/
Just keep breathing, that's the main focus of being/
But every thought is contradicted with every image I'm seeing/
Constantly pleading, while daggers threaten their entrance/
The whole crowd watches, but only one listens/
This solo ear of a sad face appears stained with tears/
For like spirits of the same fate, these two hold the same fears/
Through cries and cheers, seperating truth from what is false/
The body is not truly alive if it carries no pulse/