All that you see
Or seem to envision
Could soon be made free
Of your inhibition

But your indecision
Refuses volition
To enter the void and let go of suspicion
The light at the end is your human condition
We aimlessly wander this road to perdition
In search of the signs, to exit these minds

They flicker in red
As the devil lies sleeping
In bed with our head
And the truths we are seeking

Floorboards are creaking
The faucet is leaking
The bumps in the night oh so restlessly creeping
In attics and cellars, in tongues they are speaking
The spiders and bats war with serpents and rats

Yet we still find no peace
Behind doors we then close
To the world we decease
Our open windows

Refracting these woes
On the withering rose
In the darkest of corners of no one else knows
Of the troubles I've seen where no sign of life grows
Counting crows as it dies in a room locked inside