Somewhere in-between the walls
I hear the doubts of modern times
Lost in the paintings of a scene; alone
The paint is running dry
The canvas of your mind
I see a ghost who's trying to pretend
Haunting memories of things I never did
I see a ghost who's staring back at me
The echoes of a dream, a door without a key
Oh, I never knew what it felt like to be myself before
Conversations with books with no name
Turned the page but the words ran the same
'Til I realized I don't recognize my sihloutte decor
I see a ghost who's trying to pretend
Haunting memories of things I never did
I see a ghost who's staring back at me
The echoes of a dream, a door without a key
I must be losing my mind
Our walls coalesce
Failed to confess
Failed to suppress