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  1. Sycamore Lane
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Lyrics

Can you see the forest for the trees?
Can you divine the mysteries beneath?
Can you still hear the whispering of each?
You see the trees are somewhat similar to me.

Wrapped in this armor that I made.
Trapped in this skin in which I rage.
Sapped by this long-forgotten cage,
The one that I made for saving face.

I am lost,
Tangled in life.
I have spread myself so thin.
In the search of what is right.
I am bound,
Lacking escape.
I have put down roots and told myself
That I can still be free.

I would give everything
Just to end this unconscious charade.
Satisfaction never settled in or stifled my hate.
But no, I wanted more than this.
I show no concern for consequence.

I want to destroy something beautiful.
I want to defile this empty page.
I want to do something inexcusable.
God ‘fore I die, please let me rage.
I want to remember my humanity.
I want to reclaim my former self.
I want to destroy the sin that’s holding me down.
In this empty, barren hell.

I am lost,
Tangled in life.
I have spread myself so thin.
In the search of what is right.
I am bound,
Lacking escape.
I have put down roots and told myself
That I can still be free.
Can I be free?

Now that I've broken myself down
To the essence of everything I am,
When you listen to this sound
Do you know exactly what I've been?

I am more than you could ever dream.
I contain a multitude unseen.
I am more than you could ever be.
I'm creating my own identity.

I am lost,
(When you first met me)
Tangled in life.
(Was I myself?)
I have spread myself so thin.
In the search of what is right.
I am bound,
(When you first saw me)
Lacking escape.
(Was I still strong?)
I have put down roots and told myself
That I can still be free.
Can I be free?