Living in slow motion
Always reaching for some mental paradise
Lately these dreams of what's beyond a
Darkening horizon feed like parasites
They're happy sucking the life from my eyes
Trapped inside
The room is crumbling
No chance these walls last
I rest my head down hoping the ends of
The rope are tied up as time slips past
I lift my head and release from the floor
Appears to me clear is the Door
Fear, leeching a life of
All that is real
Subject to time's
Unyielding steel
Choose or be chosen to
Slip through my hands
Fast as I can
I reach for the Door
Haunted by hunger that I just can't shake
I open the door with the hopes of escaping
My hatred, my hang ups, my human disease
I run through the next or get caught in between
The Door
The Door
The Door
Dissolving
I can't go back
Can't go back
Can't go back
I can't go
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