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)