I tried to express my search for a place to find solace and meaning in a world that feels uncertain and deceptive. In a world filled with disillusionment and everything trying to convince me that their way is "the right way" while I'm deceived as I'm looking for some kind of validation and fulfillment from anything but myself.

Where shall I rest my soul this time?
In cries and prayer that no one hears?
In costumed faces and leading fears?
Wherever Safe will serve a plate,
The place where blind will seal their fate

Where shall I rest my soul this time?
In preachers' books that promise life?
In substances and coloured strife?
Wherever Safe will serve a plate,
The place where blind will seal their fate