I touch the ground not here Echo fades unclear I wear a face play the role in crowded rooms with a hollow soul Hear my voice through the noise every smile another choice Thin white veil close but far truth is near like a scar Lean in slow watch it fade every night the same parade There’s something real behind my skin closer than breath locked within I live I move I question why only feel alive when I defy They fed me dreams polished lies golden frames plastic skies Ran their race crossed their line still feel lost in my mind Who am I when lights go low crowd fades out I’m left solo Name on paper mirror glare living fast but going nowhere World spins hard I stand still chasing truth against my will Drop the mask dare to see is that man really me There’s something real behind this sound not above not underground Right beside yet not mine lose myself to cross the line I touch the ground not here Echo fades unclear