V1
sitting feeling weariness grow
gazing out my lonely window
into a strange garden below
where cruel winds blow rain and snow
where sailors sew severed souls
and time rolls slowly when your stoned
still time moves on
V2
rising from the scientist's chair
walking down the spiraling stairs
into a circular room full of squares
awake and aware of despair
in a world where nobody cares
life is neither just or fair
still life goes on
Bridge
and I've been trying to become society's son
but I've forgotten all the good things I've learned
it's hard to see reality
when your train of thoughts crashes and burns
solo
Bridge
and I've sat to contemplate just what it would take
to make a scornful heart cozy and warm
but it's hard to see through eyes that bleed
when your train of thoughts crashes and burns
V4
waking in a lavender mist
with a tattooed heart on my wrist
I met a crazy man who didn't exist
he was pissed that he missed
his chance at that, his chance at this
he told me life is full of tragical twists
still life goes on