My thoughts left alone are a dangerous thing They are hard to confront with dignity Every conclusion has offered no change No peace of mind, peace of mind I've felt outcast and it's kept me distant It's kept me resistant to the only grace worth giving into I act on anger and think with my fist To keep me from feeling like I've lost control But I've slipped too far to pull my weight Out of the grave I made my home I used to look for a hiding spot This isn't what I had in mind There must be more outside of The skin the holds my bones in place And then I met a man Dressed in different faces I recognized him by the hope in the way that he spoke to me His words suggested purpose That I started to see in my own reflection Could it be there is truth in me? Could it be there is truth in me? My lungs are coming alive My lungs are coming alive Breathing life into the ghost I used to be I can't remain quiet We're designed for a purpose Let where I've been give you peace Hope is here And then I met a man Dressed in different faces I recognized him by the hope in the way that he spoke to me Hope is here There must be more outside of The skin that holds my bones in place