the sense required is all too vague

within my faculties, building me

this awesome presence longs to see

the times i've fallen

the times i've failed

and i've never seen my hands

and i couldn't walk away

two worlds are the same tomorrow

still i must not complain

the sense acquired is all too grave

with less than one percent left in me

this awesome prison locked and sealed

for times i've borrowed, for times i've failed

and i've never seen my hands

and i couldn't walk away

two worlds are the same tomorrow

still i must not complain

and i've never seen my hands

and i couldn't walk away

two worlds are the same tomorrow

still i must not complain

and i've never heard a whisper

and i'd never speak of pain

two worlds are the same tomorrow