In the back corridors of your mind
things hoard and thrive
can you take care
of this garden of phobias and desires.

Things look so clear in this distorted glass
But nothing ever really does

In the back corridors of your mind
your true self you find
It's made of pieces, of truths and lies

Be careful in the back corridors of your mind
they are light but they can get dark
they hold the key to your life
Be careful to interpret their signs
But it's easy really, as listening to someone talk