The chasm between the two worlds I occupy is growing
The cause of the rift is the man currently singing
In my left hand, there's a lock
In my right hand, there's a key
But my left hand, now matter the means
Keeps changing the order of the lock
What I know and espouse is different from what I believe
Giving in, I grow the passions I try to flee
I need rest, I need relief
From my mind, to help my belief
But I don't stop, no matter the means
Causing the chasm of me