Transatlantic Video (MV)

Is it a miracle to be spiritual
With a needle stuck in your arm
Or are those the ones who burn, burn, burn
Because they relish in self harm
Better yet to be something mindless
Timeless, can't remember who you are
But before you've reached the bottom of the top
You can't tell what's tripped off the alarm
Out the front door, try to explore
What's going on in my mind
Thought it wasn't me this whole time
Maybe it's a sign of weakness
A calculated form of protest
Living hope weaving like the depths of the sea
Only to die in me
Try to find comfort in distraction
Maybe in some transatlantic scam
When people are mad for no good reason
They won't even try to understand
Out the front door, try to explore
What's going on in my mind
Thought it wasn't me this whole time
Thought it wasn't me this whole time
Have you looked at yourself lately
What do you want them to say
We get better at lying to ourselves
Hoping we'll wake up one day
We get better at lying to ourselves
Hoping we'll wake up one day
I hope we'll wake up one day