| In a world of such complex pathways we all feel lost
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| No one could ever understand your directions
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| They used to be crystal clear
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| But they’ve been smeared by all the fingerprints
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| Of wanderers along your obscured path
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| Our messages all got tangled in their journeys from mouth to ear
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| White noise is filtered out as I submerge my head
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| Beneath the ocean I can’t seem to escape
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| Pathways are scarce down here
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| And no one needs to find their own way
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| No one wants to explore their own fate
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| The current takes them to where they should be
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| It’s easier than to realize who you are
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| Or that you’ve made a mistake
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| In a place where isolation washes through your lungs
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| Like acid and leaves you empty and burning
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| My message was crystal clear
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| But it’s been muted by all the footsteps
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| Of wanderers along this obscured path
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| Our images all got distorted in their journeys through our memories
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| If I don’t respond
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| It’s because I can’t hear you
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| And my brain is turning red
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| From being alienated for so long
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| I think I might have been abandoned under the surface
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| This way they can’t hear me screaming
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| This way they can’t feel me biting
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| This way they can’t feel me scratching
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| This way they can’t hear me
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| The sounds are far quieter in a world where no one lives
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| The pain is much fiercer when you can’t force someone else to feel it
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| If the earthen course would have taken me through bitter wars and meager
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| comforts
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| At least I would have never known
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| The loneliness I failed to endure
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| Whose vastness reaches past the depths of the sea I have drowned myself in |