I'm not right it's my mind
The aching the faking
It seems like the purpose
is far less and worse than
A left turn, a rug burn
The bed bites, the late night
Seems like the purpose ain't worth it, ain't worth it
Hold close now the ending is coming, it's coming
Faster and faster, the blackness, disaster
Tread lightly, it might be too frightening, the light beam
Unconscious decisions, led you astray
The nightfall, the panic, put you in place
The minutes move faster, the seconds your master
The freedom, the mindful, you won't have, they won't allow
Hold close now the ending is coming, it's coming
Faster and faster, the blackness, disaster
Tread lightly, it might be too frightening, the light beam
You're safe here
With your plastic fork and a light beer
The shallow dreams and nightmares
The ghosts that pull but steer clear
Of lost intent and the heartache
The step you want but you won't take
Left to burn the night away
Left to burn the night
Hold close now the ending is coming, it's coming
Faster and faster, the blackness, disaster
Tread lightly, it might be too frightening, the light beam