Amongst the crowd
A senseless search
Close enough to touch
Yet far enough to run
You know your hands
Better than your face
But no one will ever
See your hands first
Always in front of a mirror
To better describe yourself
Amongst the crowd
A senseless search
Close enough to touch
Person-A
Looking at you
Every minute of every day
The rules are carved into stone
You just have to play
Don't need your own reality
No way, no pray
Forget about pure inner-self
That's what I say
