Illusions standing, the catalyst shall grow Show us one side coz that's the way it goes Reprimanding anyone who stands up with a voice Questioning this way of life's supposed to be the point I paint myself an outlaw in the search for my own way A moral sense, my liberation keeps me hanging on You lie, you lead You talk of peace But when we wake, believe You might be seen Now I Can't help but talk about it I'm apt to feel this way Any pull at strings And I will turn the other way Don't look to compromise I opt to be this way Just the fear for my own vision In that we may lose it all. This question of life invites a new way And leads us away from the throne To know who it is, who is searching Don't look this way for your own.