Dripping tap.
Endless night.
Cold sweat.
Neon signs reflected on the wall.
Whispers in the dark:
You're all alone,
You're not alone.
A thief of thoughts watches you

Is this still home?
The mirrors broken.
The windows blind.
This feels like prison.

Those hidden voices keep on whispering.
You got to change!
Your own muse dying.
Go find a new one!
You're still afraid.
You wear the life.
You live like a strait jacket.
It's axen but you aren't used to it.

But now this inner unrest grows and grows.
You're asking questions that have no answer.
As you look back into the past
It seems like a big wave out there in the ocean of time.
Coming closer to the sound of a song
and the rhythm of the dripping tap.
Or is it your heartbeat?
You realize something has happened.
But you don't know what it is.
All you know is you don't belong here anymore.
From a certain point, onward,
There's no turning back.
That point has been reached.

You've got to get out of here
Out on the street.

Got to break free.

Escape!
Search!
Find!