Should I let me guide me All that lies before me And If I lay beauty before me and above me And If I lay beauty behind me and below me Is that wrong of me To escape these surroundings Agony is the moment created Redefined and riveted And If I lay beauty behind me and below me And If I lay beauty before me and above me Is that wrong of me Is that wrong of me Syllables to coat the cracks where Memory shatters without language Beauty lies before me Beauty lies above me Beauty lies behind me Beauty lies beneath me Is that wrong of me To escape these surroundings Belief remains The mind ultimately reigns