In Search of Truth - Chamber

My search for truth

My search for purpose

In your selfish actions and manipulation

Always proves useless

You will waste a lifetime of breath

On one empty cause after the next

You will never find relief

From the constant sharp sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach

When you look around a crowded room

And know everyone sees through you

So bend and contort to fit the shape

Of people and ideals that you imitate

This construct of «self» you’re holding together

One day soon is bound to shatter

Into broken shards that collect at your feet

This is what you are, this is all you’ll ever be