The Parallel - Oracle

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
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 them
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