Will I set sail again?
I never thought that I would see the truth
Confusion, seclusion, I am left in an empty room
Build me up to crumble down again
Don't let, don't let them in

A voice behind the door says: Do not be afraid

Do you trust your inhibitions
To protect you along the way?
Speak with honesty, no one's listening

Too much regret made its way into my head
And now I only see what the worst of me believes

Will I set sail again?
I never thought that I would see the truth
Confusion, seclusion, I am left in an empty room
Build me up to crumble down again
Don't let, don't let them in

I am the constant, my past is the problem
Ridding myself of the excess
My core is exposed
Open up these wounds

Lost in my atrophy
I am divided by all that I am
And all, all that I wanted to be

God of dialect, have I overstepped the truth?
What do I hold true?
Each day a stupor, fade to the next
God of dialect, have I disappointed you?
I trust the process

Too much regret made its way into my head
And now I only see what the worst of me believes
Will I forget what directions I've been led?
Or find my own inside the notion that I won't be swayed?

I won't be swayed
I won't be swayed, I won't be