You strike me with illusions

And you think the truth is told

That leads us to confusions

Our minds are full of gold

Just push it down and lift it up

Get into the sound and your body's filling up

Straight ahead, in front of you

The black hole opens and swallows you through

Trip, steer without a wheel

Into the abyss everything spins

Trip, peel your skin

Truth and matter underneath your shivering chin

You strike me with illusions

Again you see me cold

You're searching for approval

This story's getting old

You cry out loud the piece you found

There's no surprise that you're coming back around

Chill a bit, take a breath

Like shelter from the weather, let peace within yourself

Trip, steer without a wheel

Into the abyss everything spins

Trip, peel your skin

Truth and matter underneath your shivering chin

Keep the flow that is running through your veins

Thoughts unfold just enough to understand

Those gray days will never be the same

Like a kid paint them in your head