[Intro]
You turn your back on me
We've got to find some sort of compromise

[Verse 1]
My thoughts dreams plots and my schemes
Written on the walls when I'm lost in this scene
I walk the many corridors
Each splitting into more and more
These pathways are like questions that raise more questions
For instance
Is the exit truly where I'm destined?
Do I exist on a predetermined plan of succession?
Who's the one that speaks to me in studio sessions?
There's this curtain that's been closing in my mind
Dividing left from my right
Logic, art, being driven apart
Like footsteps in the dessert heading different paths
Trapped inside a small margin of time where we can't move forward and we can't rewind
Children try to struggle side to side but in the end we all learn just to follow that line
Some go brain dead just to make it painless but do they forget what we are
We're scarecrows that scare foes and lean in the wind
Our headpieces empty don't bleed when were skinned
Suicide, suicide it's on the same path
The most beautiful things were born in the dark
[Bridge]
Floral Wallpaper in the Corridors of My Mind

[Outro]
Thats that right there
Go inward, go inward, go inward to move outward
Yea yea
Onto the next one
Onto the next one