From the top to the bottom 

Bottom to top I stop 

At the core I've forgotten 

In the middle of my thoughts 

Taken far from my safety 

The picture is there 

The memory won't escape me 

But why should I care 

There's a place so dark you can't see the end 

[Skies cock back] and shock that which can't defend 

The rain then sends dripping/An acidic question 

Forcefully, the power of suggestion 

Then with the eyes tightly shut

Looking through the rust and rot 

And dust/A spot of light floods the floor 

And pours over the rusted world of pretend 

The eyes ease open and its dark again 

In the memory you'll find me 

Eyes burning up 

The darkness holding me tightly 

Until the sun rises up 

Moving all around/Screaming of the ups and downs 

Pollution manifested in perpetual sound 

The wheels go 'round and the sunset creeps past the 

Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete 

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats 

On down the street till the wind is gone 

The memory now is like the picture was then 

When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again 

Now you got me caught in the act 

You bring the thought back 

I'm telling you that 

I see it right through you