The Others

(альбом: March Fires - 2013)

I'm losing days
Living life in cinematic haze
Moving through it frame by frame
And I'm trying not to notice
That I'm never in the moment

I'll let it pass
A numbing sense
Disguised by sleight of hand
Better thoughts are built on air
And they'll crumble if I hold them
And it won't last in the moment

Wait, am I about to lose myself again
In between these walls so torn and thin
Everything is seen for what it is

Why don't I feel like all the others
Why don't I feel like all the others
Just like the broken I have suffered
So why don't I feel like all the others

I don't recall
What it's like to walk down vacant halls
What if I could turn it off
If I wake up from this coma
Will I wake up in the moment

I wrestle fate
Knowing life will win this great debate
Chance will have the final say
And I wonder for a moment
Will I break down
When it's over

Wait, am I about to lose myself again
In between these walls so torn and thin
Everything is seen for what it is

Why don't I feel like all the others
Why don't I feel like all the others
Just like the broken I have suffered
So why don't I feel like all the others
All the others
All the others
All the others
All the others