Verse 1: I was walking. Next to my self. Might of lost it. Thought it someone else. From the talking. I'd freely melt. My mind had lost it. Now I'd see what's felt. Chorus 1: It is all a truth to me... Under sound. It was all knocked loose you see. Tumbled down. It was of a truce I'd dream. Side with imaginary me. Make it. Make it. Make it. Me. Verse 2: I was looking Through my soul. Lost my footing. Just to make it whole. I had took it. Came with a toll. Inside it shook when. I had no control. Chorus 2: It is all a truth to me... Under sound. It was all knocked loose you see. Tumbled down. It was of a truce I'd dream. Side with imaginary me. Make it. Make it. Make it. Me. Breakdown: I'd feel it linger. Outside myself. Been through the ringer. It's why im just a shell. I am a thinker. An empty shelf. I didn't tinker. With my soul itself. Final Chorus: It is all a truth to me... Under sound. It was all knocked loose you see. Tumbled down. It was of a truce I'd dream. Side with imaginary me. Make it. Make it. Make it. Me.
