I"m sealed, I"m shut no light gets in
but the distant distortion of the setting sun
The morning sky subtle light of the fading night
The sound of a crow reverberates through the mist
That"s the place I call home
For I"m the enemy of the sun and I believe the earth is flat
Corpselike staring at the ceiling
Listening to Freeman"s words:
'Your illness is related to your overactive emotions
I will cut your depression and lift your boundaries of boredom'
Corpselike staring at the ceiling
and fading under the crests of imbalance
while I"m fading I can"t get rid of that image
but the distant distortion of the setting sun
The morning sky subtle light of the fading night
The sound of a crow reverberates through the mist
That"s the place I call home
For I"m the enemy of the sun and I believe the earth is flat
Corpselike staring at the ceiling
Listening to Freeman"s words:
'Your illness is related to your overactive emotions
I will cut your depression and lift your boundaries of boredom'
Corpselike staring at the ceiling
and fading under the crests of imbalance
while I"m fading I can"t get rid of that image