Out of Body

A million voices Revolve inside my head Looking over my shoulder But all that's there's a mirror Closing every door I don't want to speak anymore No man is an island But it's getting that way And I'm starting to feel Like that's how I want to be To cut myself off from the mainland Is it because I don't recognize the people Or because I don't recognize myself Too busy thinking of the words on the stone Without a second's thought for who's carving it As the sun sets Shadows looms ever larger And night after night they swallow me whole This might not be better But it won't feel the same Parasocially induced ineptitude A million voices Revolve inside my head When you leave it all behind What is left for you to keep Always pulling up the roots Are we nothing but driftwood Defined by strangers Estranged from familiars I'm fading in and out Dry mouthed from social drought I cower in an unlocked cell Voluntary deprivation of the senses Escapism a permanent Destination Waiting for a sign that'll never come Seeking a connection I put the scalpel down I scan for someone else To know the ones around me is to know myself Looking around at the empty theatre Innards tightly clutched in my bloody hands They're mine forever They're mine forever They're mine forever Parasocially induced ineptitude A million voices Revolve inside my head When you leave it all behind What is left for you to keep Forever pulling up the roots Are we nothing but driftwood?