Maybe I'm a part of you or you're inside of me!
Spots on the ceiling migrating and turn into a tree
When the tree is falling, Jesus calling, "look into the mirror!"
When cardboard people turn to stone, it reminds me why I'm here

I've got one chance left
I'm burning towards death in my bed!
Could it be that all of this is in my head?

Please don't die! You're my floating eye.

I can feel the chemicals they're running through my veins
A thousand ghosts are talking to me, driving me INSANE!