Testo di Person-A

Amongst the crowd A senseless search Close enough to touch Yet far enough to run You know your hands Better than your face But no one will ever See your hands first Always in front of a mirror To better describe yourself Amongst the crowd A senseless search Close enough to touch Person-A Looking at you Every minute of every day The rules are carved into stone You just have to play Don't need your own reality No way, no pray Forget about pure inner-self That's what I say You know your hands Better than your face Guess who I am