Contemplating lately on my new level of insanity,
I stare into the abyss from the edge of reality.
Into the pitch darkness I see myself into a mirror,
And I see that my path hasn't gotten any clearer.
I can't hear any voices, I can still think logically,
But my view has dimmed and I long for clarity,
As if I could obtain it in the morning, wide awake,
When all can I hear is the glass castle break.
Illusions that were built on ignorance and lies
Misinformed and confused, I'm again closing my eyes.
Hoping that the sandman will take me away
Where the night is less comforting than the day.
