The sense required is all too vague
Within my faculties, building me
This awesome presence longs to see
The times Ive fallen
The times Ive failed

And Ive never seen my hands
And I couldnt 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 Ive borrowed, for times Ive failed

And Ive never seen my hands
And I couldnt walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
Still I must not complain

And Ive never seen my hands
And I couldnt walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
Still I must not complain

And Ive never heard a whisper
And Id never speak of pain
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
To all I seem inane