Free to question why,
to seek the truth and weed out all the lies
The banter of the innocents
running through my mind
The vanity and arrogance
echo the voices of absurdity
What do you call the point between the silence and the sound?
What do you call the angels turned inside out?
What do you call the dreamers taken from their dreams?
What do you call me now?
Free to speak your mind
Ignore the truth to see and still be blind
The shattering of innocence
The guilt inside my head
An isolated circumstance
leads to a feeling of uncertainty
What do you call the point between the silence and the sound?
What do you call the angels turned inside out?
What do you call the dreamers taken from their dreams?
What do you call me now?
Free to see the light,
to hear the truth and know it's just a lie
Just a lie!
What do you call the point between the silence and the sound?
What do you call the angels turned inside out?
What do you call the dreamer taken from his dreams?
What do you call me now?
What do you call me now? (x4)