caught on the back step i see myself tripping on the dark ship that i be voyaging into the darkest deepest recess my mirror image shatters into a thousand pieces as i entertain the thoughts of my reflection a one way ticket through the corridors of tension the flip side, the negative vibe too easy to hate and too lazy to like so don't pinch me now cos i know i'm alive from the cold fronting to the demons inside an invasion taking me over exiled to an isle with my own paranoia an awkwardness that drains me helpless like paraplegics lying in comas in touch with my nature's a corpse that lies under send you into stasis with a cold look stare
give me someone (to hate)... caught on the back step i sense something's missing from this scene to the voices i'm hearing into this perilous vortex of emotions the battle commences with one's defences so check out my stature an instinctive procedure motions a signal - don't you come any closer the expression is a blank no signs of weakness disguise the guile as i hate myself so don't pinch me now cos i'm feeling alive from the cold fronting to the demons inside an invasion taking me over exiled to an isle with my own paranoia an awkwardness that drains me helpless like a bad dream forever falling in darkness the flip side the negative vibe so easy to hate and too lazy to like
