Woke up the other day, caught right between me, myself and I, took a look around and all I had was gone. I´m getting sick of all the words I speak, the black watch ticks, I am just about to bleed. Woke up the other day, caught right between blood, sweat and tears, took a look around and all I felt was gone. I´m getting sick of all the words I speak, the black watch ticks, I am just about to cease. They took the world right from my eyes, I see. And they will never ever give it back to me. Woke up the other night, caught right between life, death, right and wrong, took a look around and saw what I´d become. I´m getting sick of all the words I speak, the black watch ticks, I´m just way too worn and weak. They took the world right from my eyes, I see, and they will never ever give it back to me. So here I go without the world again, just trying not to forget my exit plan, as I run to the end. Go!