Truth is we lie and believe it..
We stare into our own souls through mirrors
And deceive it.
We search for something to guide us.
And with the smallest inconvenience we schuss.
We cry and beg for light.
We love and admire the night.
We lose ourselves and drown in tears.
Then treat self-consciousness as a curse, a fear
We're wandering on a cold boat
With no steering wheel, and no coat.