I've been spinning aimlessly like the helicopter seeds off a maple tree
wondering when this fickle breeze will let me use my own two feet
Look how vacant I've become
Praying to a setting sun
but I know it can be mine if I can only make it passed the horizon
Tides pull my legs and I remain chained
to an anchor I can't find
knees creek to the dull refrain of concrete and trudging incline
But I ain't the only soul reachin'
from the gutters, crawlin' and creepin'
*chorus*
These city streets are haunted by
specters and ghouls and creeps
sittin' by the roadside wailin' like a banshee
singin' "Wooah won't you banish me"
Ghouls feigning faith for their daily bread
feelin' sorry for the saps who fed them
Spectors expecting your spare change
just to get their fix and their livin' wage
Jackels come and go, and show their fangs
but they'll never satisfy those hunger pangs
grizzled wraths with the wreaths of roses
better keep those pockets stuffed with posies
This dream is draining me
and we wander cuz we've got no place to be
we can't be lost if we've got no place to be
Ever since I saw the cage I'm locked in
I've been looking for a way out
but the more I search this maze
the more I reinforce my doubts
I've been clawing at these walls
just to find a fence behind
worshipping any ground I stand on
as the truth gets redefined
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind
hell is not a place, it's a state of mind
wondering when this fickle breeze will let me use my own two feet
Look how vacant I've become
Praying to a setting sun
but I know it can be mine if I can only make it passed the horizon
Tides pull my legs and I remain chained
to an anchor I can't find
knees creek to the dull refrain of concrete and trudging incline
But I ain't the only soul reachin'
from the gutters, crawlin' and creepin'
*chorus*
These city streets are haunted by
specters and ghouls and creeps
sittin' by the roadside wailin' like a banshee
singin' "Wooah won't you banish me"
Ghouls feigning faith for their daily bread
feelin' sorry for the saps who fed them
Spectors expecting your spare change
just to get their fix and their livin' wage
Jackels come and go, and show their fangs
but they'll never satisfy those hunger pangs
grizzled wraths with the wreaths of roses
better keep those pockets stuffed with posies
This dream is draining me
and we wander cuz we've got no place to be
we can't be lost if we've got no place to be
Ever since I saw the cage I'm locked in
I've been looking for a way out
but the more I search this maze
the more I reinforce my doubts
I've been clawing at these walls
just to find a fence behind
worshipping any ground I stand on
as the truth gets redefined
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind
hell is not a place, it's a state of mind