Tiptoes though moonlight
What a sound within a sight...

Our bodies are made to be together,
But our minds try to tear us apart...

Fall through the ring
What will the future bring...

Window to the mind
I know it's there, somewhere...

Try to stop the spinning with a hand held head
I wish to god I was in your bed...

Most people don't give a damn anymore
They don't even know what they're looking for...

Down, down
Down in the deep...

Braincells are burning
Is the world even turning...

As the world keeps on turning inside of my mind
I feel my soul Burning, But the coils still wind...

A child cries out into the night
She too feels the fear and loneliness of darkness...

Every time I bring my mind back
It always ends up at the same place...

After what happened before
I'm glad I'm not where I was earlier...