It's a violent whisper,
A kind of weightless burden,
It's a lonely swim in a crowded ocean,
A will to set sail in a dying wind.
I hope someday you will find
That glorious moment,
A sense of pride.
I will stay in my mind,
The perfect hideout,
Where even life itself cannot get to me.
You're a vibrant static,
A life within a shell that's dying.
You're a constant chained to an endless motion,
Courage now swept in a cloak of fear.
Too few the answers,
Too vague the signs,
Too weak resistance,
Too true the lies.
We seek deliverance and find denial,
We seek salvation where faith is blind.
I hope someday you will find
That glorious moment,
A sense of pride.
I will stay in my mind,
The perfect hideout,
Where even life itself cannot get to me.