Got these visions inside my head Trying to sleep Tossing turning all around in my bed Wrestle for peace I'm running with a hundred pounds of lead Chained to my feet Sinking deeper in a sea of dread Facing defeat Wake now Having a reverie Visceral dormancy Wake now Reveling heavily Settling steadily Wade out Tied to the tide Letting it rise Fade out There's a factory inside of my brain Manufactures it all Takes the things that really drive me insane Rolls them into a ball Then they soak the ball in gasoline Wait until I fall Asleep and waiting for the fatal flame That makes the bomb go off Break down Lay down Space out Fade out