Helmet Pure
Affected by what you had lost
They're not the habits you'd protect
At any cost
You blur the details of your hand
Anything your barren conscience
Can't defend
The limits of attention span
Successive thoughts you don't have
But you still pretend
Keep on talking anyway
Protected by what you know
No one will ever say
Because you can't be pure
You're self assured
Uhh
You can't
You can't
Can't can't
Can't
[incomprehensible]
