Drifting from my surroundings, this path feels too travelled.
It was eating me alive, now I'm content with searching for a sign.
But can you tell me why we fail by, we fail by design.
And why my bones are aching all the time.
And now it seems that something's changing and this is bigger than we know.
We'll divide as our worlds around us fall.
Now I know that I'll take my place and make this home.
But it's hard to feel home when home doesn't know you at all.
Beneath our skin we're still alone.
In the end with all this hope, it will bring us to our knees.
And tear us from our homes, but remember the way we were and what it felt like to love. Beneath my bones I'm so alone.
Now I'm just another endless cycle and repetition is all I know.
I'll make my actions to society.
Because this world can swallow you whole when you're a scared kid, born to die alone.
