Mind at large is really blossoming,
I slip away, a malaise
Fractal features and a stomachache
Am I awake? A mistake?
Thousand eyes I see are judging me,
I can't decide, if I've died,
Holding on becomes a tragedy,
When I'm in flames, what remains?
Oh, mother, come forth to me
I walk the path from memory
It blurs the line of clarity
I see myself, but not as me
And I'm not me
And I'm not me
And I'm not me
And I'm not me
And I'm not me
And I'm not me
And I'm not me
And I'm not