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 what 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 from within Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out what I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan Trampled by the onslaught Speeding field of time Dying by the unthought Of voices in a fright Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out what I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan Introspection, what am I really like inside? Introspection, why have all the prophets lied? There's a season when I will find out what I am And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan