Tekstovi: Dream Theater. Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence. Misunderstood.

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, 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, misunderstood