Indoors

I never, I never will be convinced
But you truly feel you're independent
No envy, bitterness, or resentment
His gift will be diffused
What's done, is done and used
His gift will be diffused
Outside the window, with everything that's evil
In the people you most trust just waiting to deceive you
Could not prevent, shackled by the regiment was 'cause and effect'
We are passengers on a spinning object
The word has been confused
What's done, is done and used
The word has been confused
Mourn the lost of who we were and embrace who we'll become.



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Robert Mark, Rob Lauritsen
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