I've walked paths paved centuries ago
Walked hand in hand with demons without a name
Talked with voices without a tongue
Yet I still find myself
Lost amongst the blind
Vision not failing
Only the lights that are diming
I should have been sent to heaven
There the true torture I've expected will begin
This is home
Am I living in Hell
Or is this still Life
The very one I've been trying to run away from
I don't know
I really don't care
I'll just smoke another blunt
Listen to the voices slowly get louder
And hope they pass out just before I do
So I can hear that one angelic voice wish me goodnight