I want to hear the voices you have harbored in your head
the very ones you talk to when the rest in you is dead
When sleeplessness's symptoms are the ones you want to share
with someone else's sorrows and the thoughts you cannot bear
But why is it so common for such things to fall apart
to make you then believe you could've never had a heart
I want to say the real is something different than we see
the cruelest of intentions we can lose upon our knees
And if you make the effort to unravel what was lost
you'll find the kind of solace you can place upon a cross  
Misunderstand the meaning and the battle is no more
you're left with only weakness that will drag you on the floor