From the top to the bottom
  Bottom to top I stop
  At the core I've forgotten
  In the middle of my thoughts
  Taken far from my safety
  The picture is there
  The memory won't escape me
  But why should I care
    There's a place so dark you can't see the end
  [Skies cock back] and shock that which can't defend
  The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
  Forcefully, the power of suggestion
  Then with the eyes tightly shut / looking thought the rust and rot
  And dust / a spot of light floods the floor
  And pours over the rusted world of pretend
  The eyes ease open and its dark again
    In the memory you'll find me
  Eyes burning up
  The darkness holding me tightly
  Until the sun rises up
    Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
  Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
  The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
  Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
  A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
  On down the street till the wind is gone
  The memory now is like the picture was then
  When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
    Now you got me caught in the act
  You bring the thought back
  I'm telling you that
  I see it right through you.