Testo Trip

Mind cramp, stops thought

'Cause I don't really know

If I want to wait for sleep

In this empty room
Just one more time

I chase the dream through

Lift yourself

As someone else comes in

Pour it out

We squint our eyes

The mirror cracks

Our thoughts divide


Now look back, lean, fall off

And you can't stutter out what you're thinking

Want to sleep

In this empty room

You shudder as I hit the door

Spin and wretch

As I slip out the side way

Running off

You pull your hair

Fall in the glass

And cut your eyes