How strange can life truly be when everything around you starts to fall, yet you're not hurt at all?   Logic, fate, the like.    The two sides, wrong and right   So what do I believe when life don't follow these      And I feel, Feel so guilty    Helpless as it seems    And that seal, the seal's been broken   My faith the casualty       These are the words of a distant man....      And if we create that circle around    Why does it come down when everything is calm....?   Whats that state of mind to balance this just fine?    What can I believe when I can't be at ease?      And I feel, Feel so guilty    Helpless as it seems    And that seal, the seal's been broken   My faith the casualty       The casualty....