Alone, Unheard, Dethroned

We are tainted by our glance
There is nothing we can see
Beyond How can I become
The change I need to be

All I perceive is
Procreated fantasy of
Things Beyond
What can I believe?

I stand here, I am alone, still unheard, still dethroned
My mind is not free
I stand here, behind the wall, feeling blind, feeling small
What can I believe?

Can't we lose ourselves, to find back home...

...is just a metaphor
For this emtpy prison cell of
Time, to bridge the gap
To fill the gap

Between your world and mine
Between my words and mind

I stand here, I am alone, still unheard, still dethroned
My mind is not free
I stand here, behind the wall, feeling blind, feeling small
What can I believe?

Can't we lose ourselves, to find back home...

Free my hands and tear down this wall
Free my hands and tear down this wall
Free my hands and tear down this wall
Free my hands and tear it down

I stand here, I am alone, still unheard, still dethroned
My mind is not free
I stand here, behind the wall, feeling blind, feeling small
What can I believe?