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