My mind's bleeding out, and no one else knows. My thoughts plague me with doubt; and my world's full of holes.
I better pick up a pail, and start saving myself, cause this water is rising, creating a hell.

So on frail wings, I am learning to fly, making up things, to put on my mind,
So far from land even these angels have died, I look in the mirror but I have gone blind.
Left now to wonder why oh god why.