I hear your words caught in distant moments
Taped lies on loop
Disappointment on repeat
Childhood viewed through the eyes of a man so wrought with past
Can I be titled as such?
I burned so bright for so long
My accounts now seem meaningless and subjective
...and I'm all but trapped in trance
My life by your life
My time for your time
Caught in the then and missing the now
Four walls sealed tight
This flesh cocoon has become the bane of my life
Metamorphosis or death, the only freedoms I see
So will I change and face this mirror in self-reflection?
Or fucking die internally, all but trapped in trance