Free to question why to seek the truth and weed out all the lies The banter of the innocents Running through my mind The vanity and arrogance echo the voices of absurdity What do you call the point between the silence and the sound? What do you call the angels turned inside out? What do you call the dreamers taken from their dreams? What do you call me now? Free to speak your mind ignore the truth to see and still be blind The shattering of innocence The guilt inside my head An isolated circumstance leads to a feeling of uncertainty Free to see the light to hear the truth and know it's just a lie