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 recognise the people
Or because I don’t recognise 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?