Killed the lights and pulled the sheets over my head
in the darkness there is not much to be said
fed my mind with all the reasons not to be afraid
it's only now just a quarter past the hand at eight
In the moment that I would come to recreate
all my surroundings before it would be too late
bit my lip lying in silence right here on my bed
there's just no seeing how this all could dissipate
..before the Sandman does arrive
(if I could just..)
Pull the plug on reality
distance possibility
Oh my God
I lost my fucking mind
Question my own sanity
with reverse psychology
Oh my God
I lost my fucking mind
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