Grasp at concave thoughts spread thin by fear
In a small crystal ball locked up
Within my own frontier
Things are a little off
I can't quite point it out
There are some freedoms here
But my heart knows something else
I can't quite point it out
So many days I listen for the sound
That lights me up
Ever closer to enchantment
Or signs of our decay
As if I have a different home
Where I belong and want to stay
I cannot help but be confused
My home is all around me
Things are a little off
I can't quite point it out
There are some freedoms here
But my heart knows something else
I can't quite point it out
Walking through halls
Empty rooms
Lacking substance
Cracks in the walls
Taking pills just to see them
Shaking at night
Wishing god was a demon
I'm in a box cast a spell make me human
The screams don't turn it off
We can't quite point it out
The streets are so dark here
And our hearts are somewhere else
I don't wanna point it out