The truth distracted by belief
(Distracted by what you’re supposed to be)
The fear consumes your mind
Your heart no longer breathes
I am not your price to pay
I am a ghost before I’m your slave
A stitch in the wound
That won’t go away
Still I remain
Your thoughts influenced by your speech
(Distracted by what you’re supposed to be)
So far from who you are
So desperate, so unique
I am not your price to pay
I am a ghost before I’m your slave
A stitch in the wound
That won’t go away
Still I remain
Found when life has lost its way
I’m your second chance to escape
A stitch in the wound
That won’t go away
Still I remain
We’re judged by all that makes us real
Then left to search for life
Except the one we feel
We feel, the one we feel
The one we feel
I am not your price to pay
I am a ghost before I’m your slave
A stitch in the wound
That won’t go away
Still I remain
Found when life has lost its way
I’m your second chance to escape
A stitch in the wound
That won’t go away
Still I remain
