There's something hiding in all of us Open doors lead to hallways that never end There is no map, only a compass We are all somehow explorers of the a frontier The inner workings, while complicated Are still a job until like clockwork we disappear There's something hiding in all of us Whether it's a demon or some type of great idea We all learn to do what we must Eventually we learn to make amends With ourselves Count to ten and we can hide again The mission statement of the thoughts That we keep suppressed They always find you when you're well within The reach of getting better A process heavier than the weight That your mind is fit to carry on its own Why does it seem to be that we are always alone When we just need a shoulder to help With the boulder we're burdened with I guess nothing is permanent There's something hiding in all of us