There's tiny worlds inside your mind and your fingers are a distant sky that you shove into your mouth to block the whole sun out. It's better than living in the light. To die over exposed so you fight and that's alright. You're harmless in your mind. You're formless in the night. And that's alright. What do you think is going right in your life? What can you know about life if you've never died? You think that the world is alright but that's a lie 'cos we're afraid to die and that's alright. Where is the action? Where are the streets that take you to bed? What is your name and what do you do here? We have the same thoughts clouding our heads. Formless shapes in the darkness. We are as harmless as the thoughts in our heads. Drinking poison and chewing on concrete, burning holes in the sheets on our beds. And we think that the world is alright and that's a lie.