Letra de Third Person

I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching
So very inside, arms frailing and kicking
Symbolically I'm taking hold
Harmonically my soul is sold to me
I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side
In my veins not a quitter
First and second and third person
First and second and third person!
Once seemed like mountains, proceed to the fountains
Of the angriest youth, you could ever imagine
7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain
That mountain of anger has grown a brain with thought, and reason
A brain with thought, and reason
A brain with thought, and reason
No better sight than before my eyes
It's as though history repeats itself again
Much different this time
Better form, better fitting
An angle from up high, born when I first listen
Historically it has been told, harmonically your soul is sold to old
I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side
In my veins not a quitter
First and second and third person
First and second and third person