The place
The place
The place
Where I stand

Liquid
Under
There lies a
Gives
There lies

Search for the spaces
Take ten paces
Can't make head or tail of this
And I smoke till I'm senseless

And feel slow motion
Until I wake up tomorrow
Of confusion
Recircle, recycle, resemble me
The devil's, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Thеy take us out quietly
You see scars, results of my ragе
Gives way to liquid
Underneath the
The place where I
Gives liquid
Underneath the
There lies a weeping

The, the illusion of confusion
Search for the
Turn around, time
Take ten paces
I can't make head or tail of this
And I smoke
I smoke, I smoke

And I feel in slow motion
And drown, drown myself in sorrow
Until I, till I wake up tomorrow
The illusion of con—
The illusion of
The illusion of
The illusion of
The illusion of
Until I, till I wake up tomorrow
Looks like from where I'm, circle