Tremors

I'm at the end of my line And as the words run dry I ask where does my loyalty lie? Because I remember whispering in the bedroom but now I feel a gavel slam every time I'm not about my vision But with me and I, I don't know how it goes Because sounds inside my mind they shatter in beautiful colours And fire walks with me to the edge of it all Do I know the difference between the top of the mountain and the edge of the cliff? Is it what I want? Is it what I need? Where do these two sides meet is there a place in the middle? Because I'd rather be respected than liked cause' When kindness dies that's where your answer lies in the dark of it No more hiding me cause' I'm sick of it Calling what I have an illness isn't really accurate Cause' without this in my head I wouldn't be hearing these Sounds inside my mind they shatter in beautiful colours And fire walks with me to the edge of it all I can feel the tremors inside my head I'll fall in love with the sound they make And for better or worse I'll be their hand The sounds inside my mind they shatter in beautiful colours And fire walks with me to the edge of it all