From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care (2x)

There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end
(Skies [bad word] back) and shock that which can’t defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut
Looking thought [bad word] and rotten dust
spot of light floods the floor
And pours over [bad word] world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it’s dark again
 [bad word] 
Bridge:
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps
Past the Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete
little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper’s [bad word] up it can’t be perfect again
 [bad word] (2x)

Bridge

Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I’m telling you that
I see it right through you (7x)

Bridge (2x)