Paper Eyes کے بول

Are we afraid of our own voices I'm buried under concrete weighted down by my own vices Are we just clay and dirt, broken down and reinvented This voice is your own, bouncing off the walls Just listen I am afraid Everywhere I walk, paper eyes follow me I'm sick and tired of always being told who to be Are we so caught in our own traps Invented disorders keep us locked inside our heads We all need someone to blame But I'm the one responsible for where I am today