Traditions

[Instrumental intro] [Verse] I wake up again With a million questions "Why am I insane"? The answers all suggestions And I'm still in pain Still follow the same traditions [Verse] And still follow the same traditions [Instrumental break] [Verse] Blind to any possible future My options are getting fewer Yet people still ask for perfection And I don't think i have the power To change these visions of terror When colors are pure fiction [Pre-Chorus] Then I think about all Which I don't bring to this world [Pre-Chorus] Then I think about all Which I don't bring to this world [Chorus] Would a change as small as me Be considered a travesty Or lost to the blare of society Like the apple falling off the tree Would I ever be more than me Or am I cursed to this fragility Stuck like a doll inside a doll Will I succumb to this dull reality? [Instrument Break]