Changing times and movements, confusing talk i hear
Easily slips right past me, leaves an empty fear
Anger pops up from behind my eyes
I see red but don’t see well
I have to use my patient and its breaking
Breaking a nerve and i feel like hell
Interchanging crossroads, no signs i see
Changing a right turn, i think i don’t believe
I pass the final turn the ultimate remain
Then fear creeps up behind my door
I see a face that is broken
I wake up and the light is gone
Anger pops up...
Where is the dealer, i’ve reached a closing door
Noisily retreating, i reason all the more