Somewhere in-between the walls I hear the doubts of modern times Lost in the paintings of a scene; alone The paint is running dry The canvas of your mind I see a ghost who's trying to pretend Haunting memories of things I never did I see a ghost who's staring back at me The echoes of a dream, a door without a key Oh, I never knew what it felt like to be myself before Conversations with books with no name Turned the page but the words ran the same 'Til I realized I don't recognize my sihloutte decor I see a ghost who's trying to pretend Haunting memories of things I never did I see a ghost who's staring back at me The echoes of a dream, a door without a key I must be losing my mind Our walls coalesce Failed to confess Failed to suppress