Glowing in the shadows Twisted in confusion Grazing in the meadows Voices in profusion Colors, thoughts, emotions
Are trapped within the heart Feeling no emotions End without a start
Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There´s a season when I will find out where I am And there´s a reason, and I will someday find the plan
Striving for perfection And hiding when it comes Seeing its reflection And the fire it becomes
Turning of the seasons And turning outside in Burning with the reasons
Burning for revenge
Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There´s a season when I will find out where I am And there´s a reason, and I will someday find the plan
Tripled by the onslaught Speeding feud of time Dying by the unloved Of voices in the pride
Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There´s a season when I will find out where I am And there´s a reason, and I will someday find the plan