In a world of such complex pathways we all feel lost.
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No one could ever understand your directions
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They used to be crystal clear
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But they've been smeared by all the fingerprints
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Of wanderers along your obscured path
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Our messages all got tangled in their journeys from mouth to ear
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White noise is filtered out as I submerge my head
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Beneath the ocean I can't seem to escape
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Pathways are scarce down here, and no one needs to find their own way,
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No one wants to explore their own fate
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The current takes them to where they should be
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It's easier than to realize who you are, or that you've made a mistake
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In a place where isolation washes through your lungs
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Like acid and leaves you empty and burning
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My message was crystal clear
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But it's been muted by all the footsteps
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Of wanderers along this obscured path
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Our images all got distorted in their journeys through our memories
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If I don't respond, it's because I can't hear you, and my brain is turning red
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From being alienated for so long
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I think I might have been abandoned under the surface
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This way they can't hear me screaming
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This way they can't feel me biting
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This way they can't feel me scratching
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This way they can't hear me
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The sounds are far quieter in a world where no one lives
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The pain is much fiercer when you can't force someone else to feel it
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If the earthen course would have taken me through bitter wars and meager comforts
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At least I would have never known
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The loneliness I failed to endure
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Whose vastness reaches past the depths of the sea I have drowned myself in.
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Guiding The North Star
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| Light This City |
