Through the Door

The First One Through The Door Is The Last To Fall Behind Our Eyes Locked Forward Bound By The Undefined Perceptions Fade Quiet And Dreams Fall Before Our Hearts Broke Open As We’re Passing Through The Door An Age Of Conformation Desensitized And Surreal A Loss Of The Lack Of Emotion Tell Me How It Feels Everyday Is Just Another Day Caught Up In The Whipping Post While The First One Through The Door Is Left A Lonely Host So Step Right Up And Pass On Through Things Will Never Be The Same But You Won’t Have A Clue The Door Is Always Open And Never In Disguise Through The Door Of Perception We’ll Open Up Your Eyes