Music seems to be my only escape from this silent home
I sit in the dark glaring at the virtual windows shining life into my eyes
Only thing that keeps me alive and breathing at this moment in time
Can't say much for these feelings that stream from my soul
Can't spew anything that's unknown because it's known
I feel what I've felt that has been hidden from the public
Now there's no place to keep the secret that sleeps in my head
Blood flowing through my veins show themselves in the day
Can't stop the bleeding
Moving in rapid motions are my days with no pulse to prove reality
The feel of disconnection isn't so strange anymore
It's the only recognizable thing there is to see
Can't tell the addicts from the "clean for 60 days"
Everyone's troubled in his or her own special way
Can't tell the murders from the life savers
Everyone's sickly disturbed in their own special way
Capable of anything from Miso soup to silencing the lamb
Looking at my capability of the so called "impossible"
Seeing that I'm just like that one person who walks alone
Making eye contact brings unisons
But the barrier still lays in the air we breath
Can't talk to a stranger because you'll seem "strange"
Cold heartedly ignoring someone in need because it's a city thing to do
Forever damned of stereotypes and fear
Music is the only thing that can bring my emotions to life
Abstractly trapped in the rhythm of clacking heels
Also heard in that guitar and base cord, drum beat, and vocal melody
The pain that drives itself to a high pitch
That dances until the world keeps spinning
Colliding on the side creates harmony for just a few seconds
Even for that one second of connection the world seems solid
But out of the realm lays vacancy
Out of that realm is a crowd that cannot reach out in understanding
Trying to tell the difference from each other keeps the distance growing
Thats the reason for it all
A home still left and living in silence
