Disillusion

All I have return to me
The quiet little symphony
Of voices telling me I need
To throw my hands up, throw my hands up
All I want is symmetry
Between what I have and what I need
Just the blissful opportunity
To turn my mind off, turn my mind off
Who took my place
Cause I don’t recog- I don’t recognize this face of mine
Who took my place
Cause I don’t recog- I don’t recognize this face of mine
It’s the disillusion
Of the lie that I created
It’s my growing inability
To give you everything you need
It’s measured in the weakness of my spine
All I am is all you see
The bastard son of human greed
Trying to fill my endless needs
But time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
A slave to ideology
A voice of reason always screaming
Time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
The bastard son of human greed
Trying to fill my endless needs
But time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
A slave to ideology
A voice of reason always screaming
Time runs out when time runs out
It’s the disillusion
Of the lie that I created
It’s my growing inability
To give you everything you need
It’s measured by my weakness
It’s my growing inability
To comprehend that human needs
Are measured in the weakness of our spines