Hiding yourself from the way you are, so you can just bring yourself back again

Treating yourself as the underdog, your world has just stopped spinning round again

Safe in your prison with no way out, and I’ve got a feeling you like it there

I’ll craft the key that can let you out, your thoughts are a necessity to share

In the wake of a mourning, there shines a different light

Every second is sacred, see the warning signs

Your alibi is criminal, oh you know it

Only you can syncopate, light your

Way, three sixty comes round

Stay, feet firmly on ground

Forsaken, deserted, face down

Unbroken, still dreaming

Hollow

Not long to wait till your time runs out,

And there is no buying it back again

You won’t be needing it when you’re gone,

So why don’t you sell it on to a friend

Three sixty comes round

On my own

Find my way

I am home