The light is drifting away
 The experience is passing by
 I did not really witness the day
 And now its end is nigh

 In my state of mind
 I am too irate to find rest
 Too tired of being tired
 Too overcharged to think straight

 Chased by my thoughts

 Everything is far away
 Nothing is real
 Everything's a copy
 Of a copy of a copy

 Chased by my thoughts
 Trapped in between worlds

 Too tired of being tired
 Too overcharged to think straight
 Too bound to depart