| Look at me now, I’m losing control
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| I don’t know what to call myself
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| I know that I’m sick of playing a role
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| All along I’ve been kidding myself seeking out a set reality
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| They say sanity is dictated by what the larger percentage of society sees
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| What does that mean? |
| Clearly nothing, clearly nothing
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| Psychology is not an exact science, in fact
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| There is no exact science, though it may seem
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| That means I’m okay, and everything is okay
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| All along I’ve been kidding myself
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| Life is falling apart at the seams
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| Somehow I’m doomed to go over the same ground in these
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| Compulsive circular thought patterns, over and over, time and again
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| Over and over, time and again
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| I think I’ve got it all worked out, then I forget every conclusion drawn
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| Every epiphany, gone
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| I felt safe, then the walls came crashing in one day without warning
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| Everything that I thought was stable starts to wash away
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| Can you feel it? |
| It’s the motion of the tide
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| Watch yourself now, there’s an ocean deep inside
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| You could drown in it. |
| x5
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| Look at me now, I’m losing control
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| Might even be learning to enjoy the sting of the irony
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| Changing my shape, I slide through the doorway
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| Can you feel it? |
| It’s the motion of the tide
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| Watch yourself now, there’s an ocean deep inside
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| You could drown in it
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| Watch yourself, there is no ocean deeper than this
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| Watch yourself, it’s an endless journey through the abyss
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| All along I’ve been kidding myself, working equations
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| It’s a long walk in and there’s no clear way home
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| Everything I was in constant change, I’m not the same, I’m not the same |