Iamx

You are haunted by the turmoil of your lives
Walking circles, crossing lines
And at the searing of your souls, of this fury
Jumping hurdles just to abide
You are damning your soul with oblivion opinions
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can hear you
This is psychosis
This is psychosis
This is the juice on the palm of God
You are the ghosts of utopia
You're the conquered stars
The divided hearts
You are the ghosts of utopia
You're the miracle of the miracle