Sickness 2005

I conclude my statements were true I rearrange my thoughts in the sky I build all that madness I’m going through I rearrange the truth with a lie Tired, I walk along my memories Desperately trying to find a better way When was that day That made my way I’m feeling nervous, getting blind I’ll end up in unconsciousness With echoes on my mind Burning weasels whirling around in creative arrangements Spitting petroleum at the longhaired rabbit on the other side Can you tell? Whilst everyone was waiting You Shut the door!