MGMT - Introspection

Glowing in the shadows Twisted in confusion Grazing in the meadows Voices in profusion Colors, thoughts, emotions Are trapped within the heart Feeling no emotions End without a start Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out where I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan Striving for perfection And hiding when it comes Seeing its reflection And the fire it becomes Turning of the seasons And turning outside in Burning with the reasons Burning for revenge Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out where I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan Tripled by the onslaught Speeding feud of time Dying by the unloved Of voices in the pride Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out where I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan