I feel like there is no need for conversation
(he doesnt want to talk about it, no need)
Some questions are better left without a reason
(because there some things that cant be explained)
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
(he would rather talk about hismelf, then the state of confusion he is in)
Now and then I consider, my hesitation
(he thinks about why he doesnt act, make a choice, a path)
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
(The more he feels God, the more he looks away)
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
(likewise, when the enemy comes, and tests him, he acts if he is of the light)
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence
(did he sin, solely because he wanted to look away from the real reason he was born, to pick a path)
And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation
Here and now I'll express, my situation
(he would save himself if he could.)
There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right
Such a cruel contradiction.
(the paths are not clear to him, is evil good and good evil?)
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
(he cant grasp just what each path leads to, the light leads to? and the dark leads to? In a state of confusion, one might think the dark path is the fun and therefore best pick)
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose
With no particular rhyme or reason
(he see's the paths, new each day, and not sure why he should pick either. . . therefore his situation which he did not want show us, is that he knows he has to pick, but hasnt as of yet.)
I feel like there is no need for conversation (he doesnt want to talk about it, no need)
Some questions are better left without a reason (because there some things that cant be explained)
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation (he would rather talk about hismelf, then the state of confusion he is in)
Now and then I consider, my hesitation (he thinks about why he doesnt act, make a choice, a path)
The more the light shines through me I pretend to close my eyes (The more he feels God, the more he looks away)
The more the dark consumes me I pretend I'm burning, burning bright (likewise, when the enemy comes, and tests him, he acts if he is of the light)
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence (did he sin, solely because he wanted to look away from the real reason he was born, to pick a path)
And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation Here and now I'll express, my situation (he would save himself if he could.)
There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right Such a cruel contradiction. (the paths are not clear to him, is evil good and good evil?)
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define I'm born to indecision (he cant grasp just what each path leads to, the light leads to? and the dark leads to? In a state of confusion, one might think the dark path is the fun and therefore best pick)
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose With no particular rhyme or reason (he see's the paths, new each day, and not sure why he should pick either. . . therefore his situation which he did not want show us, is that he knows he has to pick, but hasnt as of yet.)
Put the bong down and PICK ONE DAMN IT!