Changing times and movements, confusing talk I hear
Easily slips right past me, leaves an empty fear
Anger pops up from behind my eyes
I see red but don't see well
I have to use my patient and its breaking
Breaking a nerve and I feel like hell
Interchanging crossroads, no signs I see
Changing a right turn, I think I don't believe
I pass the final turn the ultimate remain
Then fear creeps up behind my door
I see a face that is broken
I wake up and the light is gone
Anger pops up...
Where is the dealer, I've reached a closing door
Noisily retreating, I reason all the more
