The Haven (Instrumental)

I never felt at home in my skin

I never felt at home behind my eyes

What if I was attuned to passion in a world that was told to mask that

I made myself a martyr

And I was driven to be more than my design

I'll shed this shell, this skin once more

I shall be self-reactive

Tight ship, tight lips, and progress

I'm destined to be free

Caught up in the fray of solitude

And my old way of life

How long could it take to walk to

And through my haven

I already walked my share

Stay for the storm

Let me sleep until I'm no one

Until I've found my door

A perfect window

Wait with the night

Let me wake up when I'm someone

No life in a shell

And feeling no more worry

I never felt at home behind my eyes

What if I was attuned to passion in a world that was told to mask that

I made myself a martyr

And I was driven to be more than my design

What if I was attuned to passion in a world that was told to mask that

I made myself a martyr

A martyr