Waiting in the calm of desolation, wanting to break from this circle of confusion. Sleeping in the depths of isolation, trying to wake from this daydream of illusion. How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me? How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? If I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood. It challenges the essence of my soul, and leaves me in a state of disconnection, as I navigate the maze of self control. playing a lion being led to a cage, I turn from a thief to a beggar, from a God to God save me. How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me? How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? If I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood. Playing a lion being led to a cage, I turn from surreal to seclusion, from love to disdain, from belief to delusion, from a thief to a beggar, from a God to God save me. How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me? How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? If I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood.