On the path of least resistance, all the words I find are twisted
A way out if there ever was one, I must have missed it
A vision perfectly clear, set on which no one else can see
Another state of consciousness is taking a hold on me
In the grip of disorientation
I find it hard to believe
Fallen into an inward spiral
All eyes on me
My hands sinking (my hands)
A demanting liquid (dementing)
Pour it on me
Aluminum rain
Drowning calmly
Aluminum rain
Pour it on me
Aluminum rain
Drowning calmly
Aluminum rain
Regardless of where it leads
A flood rises, a flood recedes
My hands sinking (my hands)
A dementing liquid (dementing)
Pour it on me
Aluminum rain
Drowning calmly
Aluminum rain
Pour it on me
Aluminum rain
Drowning calmly
Aluminum rain
