Testo Losing Your Mind

What a comfort to find out you're losing your mind when you re-realize that It's not the first time burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly just to learn later on that there isn't a sky there aren't any clouds and there aren't any trees and there aren't any birds and there's no cinder caught in my eye til' I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie It I just can't decide If I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it