Glowing in the shadows

Twisted in confusion

Grazing in the meadows

Voices in profusion

Colors, thoughts, emotions

Are trapped within the heart

Feeling no emotions

End without a start

Introspection, what am I really like inside?

Introspection, why have all the prophets lied?

There's a season when I will find out where I am

And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan

Striving for perfection

And hiding when it comes

Seeing its reflection

And the fire it becomes

Turning of the seasons

And turning outside in

Burning with the reasons

Burning for revenge

Introspection, what am I really like inside?

Introspection, why have all the prophets lied?

There's a season when I will find out where I am

And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan

Tripled by the onslaught

Speeding feud of time

Dying by the unloved

Of voices in the pride

Introspection, what am I really like inside?

Introspection, why have all the prophets lied?

There's a season when I will find out where I am

And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan [x2]