I feel like I've been somewhere else for a real long time. I'm worried. My ambition feels drained. I feel content with what I have and that's no good. I want to do something great. I want to be part of something big. Maybe that's why I liked half-life2 so much. I want revolution. I want something to depend on me. I want not to want. I want simplicity with all the knowledge it can muster. I want to do math and make the grade. I want not to work just enough just to get by. I want to know what will happen ahead of time. I want people to tell me what they think. I want people to tell me when I do something wrong. I want people to help me fix things. I wonder if people wonder the same things I do, or if they wonder about me. I wonder if I pushed everyone too far away. I wonder if they can take me back. I wonder if they'll think this is self-pity. It really is, but I don't like to admit it. I wonder why I wonder and never act. I wonder why I am so weak. I wonder why... this is dumb...
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?