I've been peeling away the layers, digging to the center
Trying to find some common thread to follow
Turning to face the mirrors in deepening reflection,
but all the answers seem to be so hollow
Face buried
Hands crawling at the sand
I've built myself this fortress,
but now the walls are cracking
I've been sifting through the pieces, searching for a pattern
Going down blind alleys has me putting out my eyes
'cause I don't have the will to see what's there
Face covered
I'm shutting out this world
Retreating in this shell
and waiting for the blackness
[CHORUS] Would I know peace of mind? Is it true?
Would you know what you'd find if you searched for it, too?
What you do is up to you, so explore
What I'll be is up to me and what's there at the core
I look into my eyes
and nothing gazes back
Shadows without substance
Fading into black
[CHORUS]
What I'll be is up to me
and what's there at the core
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