Oracle - The Parallel

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 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

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