develop a taste for portrayal
see there is a need and see that the need is met
grasp that there is a hope and find hope to begin again
look through me, see something in me
see some good for once
for it could've been worse
feel my throat swallowing reason and these nerves pushing blood
anguish, i can't cope with the notion of what i've become
you say it couldn't be better
i say it only gets worse
i'll close my mind off
openness is something so awkward
i want you to be here now
your emotions are cold
this could lead to destruction and it always does
evidence of a transgretion has be clearly designed
since step one we've exercised guilt as rebellion
throwing away all that's substantial
no longer is there relative reason of permanent existence at all
what happens when your demands fall through
and power becomes your weakness?
which in turn becomes the doubt i've had all along
i am and i will not function anymore
this is what i am, this is what i am,
this is what i am, this is what i am