Dichotomy

The air up here, it seems so thin

Stars burn my eyes

The blood, it covers sin

Flip an old coin over

A new life begins and the old one is over

If I tore my heart out and threw it on the floor

Would you even care?

Why can't you feel that I am real?

Could you be the one?

Guide me to the Son

The air down here

It seems so thick

Dirt in my life

You know it makes me sick

I ask for water once again

'Cause my thirsty soul should be clean again