Woorden: Helmet. Pure.

Affected by what you had lost
They're not the habits you'd protect
At any cost
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 pretendKeep on talking anyway
Protected by what you knowNo one will ever say
Because you can't be pureYou're self-assured