The truth distracted by belief
(distracted by what you're supposed to be)
The fear consumes your mind
Your heart no longer breathes

I am not your price to pay
I am a ghost before I'm your slave
A stitch in the wound
That won't go away
Still I remain

Your thoughts influenced by your speech
(distracted by what you're supposed to be)
So far from who you are
So desperate, so unique

I am not your price to pay
I am a ghost before I'm your slave
A stitch in the wound
That won't go away
Still I remain

Found when life has lost its way
I'm your second chance to escape
A stitch in the wound
That won't go away
Still I remain

We're judged by all that makes us real
Then left to search for life
Except the one we feel
We feel, the one we feel
The one we feel

I am not your price to pay
I am a ghost before I'm your slave
A stitch in the wound
That won't go away
Still I remain

Found when life has lost its way
I'm your second chance to escape
A stitch in the wound
That won't go away
Still I remain