Sunday

What's in your head?
Coming from the outside into your bed
They won't leave a trace
But now it's on your mind, and you can't resist

What's in your head?
Coming from the outside into your bed
They won't leave a trace
But now it's on your mind, and you can't resist

Where's the truth?
It's slipping loose
So confused

She's got a lot to say
When the years of trauma run through her head

When she looks at the screen, does it make her afraid?
How they want her to be, but it's not even real
And I care about her, and I care what she learns, let her go

Where's the truth?
It's slipping loose
Getting abused
So confused

Where's the truth?
So confused
So confused
So confused
So confused
So confused