Strong on your feet, you were blinded
Building up a tower on shaking ground
Once in a world full of colors
Back to see [bad word] there to be found

And now you're falling, crawling
Diggin in the broken remains
Of what had to be taken for st
rong
Slowly it's been fading away [bad word] into the painting on the wall
So the joker [bad word] into the painting on the wall
No more crying
Illusions let you in from the rain
Follow Mr. Hopkins, get insane

Stories are told - wanna hear him
Talking from the picture to your head
Follow the call of a puppet
Led into a black room painted red

Where life is painless, brainless
You don't think of broken remains
Of what had to be taken for strong
Slowly it's been fading away