A haze, a fog, or reality's dream
When nothing's quite like what it seems...

Used to play with the boy just down the street
We'd play all day long, on the concrete...

Sometimes the world is too black to record
Some things are just too often ignored...

Where is the laughter,
The smiles of real friends...

There's circles painted on the walls
Drawn about the endless halls...

These choices running through my mind
Are circles, tangled, intertwined...

Every life you touch, every soul you reach out to...
Everything is something...

Death, rising with the sun
Black-tipped stars come undone...

Falling gently into despair
Searching for the slightest tear...

Feels like prison
Yeah, that's what they say...

The present is the yesterday of tomorrow,
Tomorrow the present will be the past...

Free from all that, what's it like to be free?
Is it how I feel now, or how I want to be...