move in easy spirits through my terrain
leave me to go, trust me when I tell you I must get on the train
obvious in more ways than one
this history and prices our sanity pays for what we call love and fun
the first chance, the first chance I get to run
before the words from your lips have begun

tell me there is a open space for me to squeeze through
anything
anything to get away from you

a deep yellow is gnawing inside of me that I cant digest
in your dwindling pupils mine lay oppressed
theres something that is suppose to be in my chest
Im afraid it went missing
the thing that has lost its innocence
I see this is how Im addressed

Watch me as I do a hand spring into your tainted misery
before I would never dare
now I really dont care
a numbed infection is taking over
Im afraid I have gotten homesick
inside resembles something of the arctic
graphic and cubic I am no longer your sunchild
Im just another slave dancing to my own rhythmic music
music that plays in a world that dosent exsist