There's a turmoil brewing My arms are open wide And I'm standing in the storm path Tranquil in my stride There are too many stories behind the lines of my skin I'm wearing it thick But they're wearing me thin Compulsion draws me in Compulsion draws us under We strive to search But we're never really sure Of what we're looking for We strive to search But we're losing ourselves Lost in the process Never lose sight of what it is to lose it all These eyes, hide, these eyes, show nothing But I'll never lose sight of what it is to lose it all