As always when I ask for assistance assembling shambles and pieces people usually act dead.

Assessing what it is, what it isn't,

Isn't as easy as accessing that special place in my head.

Come with me on a journey

To my very own wonderland.

I'll spin you and in turn you will turn me on the dancefloor, my sweet friend

(Whoa) When the lights go out and the only thing you see,

Is purple neon reflecting in the bloodstains.

(Whoa) Just run as far your eye can see,

‘cause I can't see a way out of these chains.

Nontheless I feel less like myself unless I let my selflessness lessen lest I completely lose myself.

Lesser men would ask for less,

Than what I lose when I confess to learn a lesson in complete distress.

When I fall out of sequence I keep switching from side to side.

Never turned down no presents, as I'm wearing a jackal's hide.

(Whoa) When the lights go out and the only thing you see,

Is purple neon reflecting in the bloodstains.

(Whoa) Just run as far your eye can see,

‘cause I can't see a way out of these chains.

(Whoa) When the lights go out and the only thing you see,

Is purple neon reflecting in the bloodstains.

(Whoa) Just run as far your eye can see,

‘cause I can't see a way out of these chains.