I close my eyes and I can feel it, Turning, turning, turning. Ever so slowly, ever so quickly Time is sticking and slipping. Like the spiders on the ceiling Who dance when I'm numb to feelings, Swallowing pills to make me sleepy I'm awake, but I think I'm dreaming. Can you feel me? Can you see me? Am I just imaginary? What are these scenes That play on eyelid screens? Can you hear me scream? Silently, silently.
Close your eyes that burn, My soul will find freedom. While our crumbling earth Still quickly, slowly turns.