"The mirror stands in me.
Its got more heart than I do.
How did I get this way?
There has to be more than this.
More to life than wasting time, and missing out.
Am I missing out on the afterlife?
My head is too strong,
And my heart is too weak.
Ive got tunnel vision, and nothing else surrounds me.
Is this what they meant by abstract?
Torn and thrown together.
Do I run the other end of these prayers?
Or are they just screaming in my head?
I swear you cant break me.
Youre not gaining any ground.
Im not giving anything."
"All Im asking is you look to the sky to find your heart.
Its all you have and its falling."
"Even if you know my face, can you really know my heart?
If you want me youll have to give me breath,
And wake this creature from death."
"You cant see standing in your own shoes.
Why cant you see that youre standing on holy ground?
Try to remember that this meant something.
This does exist, and theyll never understand."