Didn't come here to change your mind
I'm sure you're good at keeping illusions real
But i can sense despair
Hidden deep in your lair

I'm sure you feel you belong, i'm sure you try to prolong
But in the end you will lose, to your own hearts produce
There are issues at hand, you are not the same brand
You keep fighting the core, that can't take it

A and b
Can not be
When you see
You are free

So many angles to many sides
Yet so many times you feel alive
And in the dark you scream
Just to lose some steam

I'm sure you feel you belong, i'm sure you try to prolong
But in the end you will lose, to your own hearts produce