once more i get burned
kick out the closed gate
cos i'm ready to join the crowd
and i'm ready
to unlock the padlock on my mind

twisted and torn
tension that tear
my will from my mind
reason from rhyme
and i can't decide
which one to feed
and which one to fight

once more i get scarred
break through the brick wall
just gather my thoughts and go
and i'm ready
to pick up the pieces of my life

i wanna be out of sight
i wanna be out of mind

can't seem to judge
the distance between
my hands and feet

Perfect

He carves the lines
In perfect a thousand times
And soon it will be
He sings a song
It's out of tune
It's all wrong
And soon it will be
His hands, they shake
Aface in not pine
And soon it will be
His lanterns he lights
Can luminate his life
And soon it will be
He tries to build
The fog lights can't be filled
And soon it will be
His hands they shake
Aface in not in pine
And soon it will be
And it sits in his right hand
But he never understands
And while nothing's getting done
He's just waiting to become