I'm craving to be heard and seen

But no one's there to make me feel

Like I have nothing to conceal

Like I'm a man whose life is real

I feel like I lost the key

To my inner self-esteem

To the errors and ideals

And everything in between

I feel like I lost the key

To my inner self-esteem

To the errors and ideals

And everything in between

All I've got is the intoxication (I've already fallen for it)

All I am is a false story of myself

I'm the orator

I'm craving to be heard and seen

But no one's there to make me feel

Like I have nothing to conceal

Like I'm a man whose life is real

I can't begin to describe what it feels like

To be a hollow shell without spirit

I opened the gates to this ungodly presence

Now it eats away at my bones

I feel the poison run free on the inside

And brother Death stares at me in his robe

My soul is shattered like the glass on the old floor

That once I used to walk upon

All I've got is the intoxication (I've already fallen for it)

All I am is a false story of myself

I'm the orator