Woke up the other day, caught right between me,
myself and I, took a look around and all I had was
gone. I'm getting sick of all the words I speak, the
black watch ticks, I am just about to bleed. Woke up
the other day, caught right between blood, sweat and
tears, took a look around and all I felt was gone. I'm
getting sick of all the words I speak, the black watch
ticks, I am just about to cease. They took the world
right from my eyes, I see. And they will never ever
give it back to me. Woke up the other night, caught
right between life, death, right and wrong, took a look
around and saw what I'd become. I'm getting sick of
all the words I speak, the black watch ticks, I'm just
way too worn and weak. They took the world right
from my eyes, I see, and they will never ever give it
back to me. So here I go without the world again, just
trying not to forget my exit plan, as I run to the end. Go!
