I see the man in the corner hes got a plan with limitations

Sets an obstruction human life the abstraction

A preconceived notion of where he should flow

And he'll compare himself to the other man

In the circular room no doors or windows so he'll stay there too

We're both locked away into this ignorant hell

I'm drained of life my hands are bound to this cell

Entering another's perspective to gain new sight

I cant see before I believe reflections of this world

Comprehensions of what is real

I might just drown

In a desert of myself

And as we're both locked away into this ignorant hell

I'm drained of life my hands are bound to this cell

I'm the voice of the man who believes there's more

I'm the blood of the body that beats at death's door

What is this window self

I cant believe whats been told

Is all thats mean to be

My losing is focus

My losing

Focus