Another season is entering
another room without the floor
and a simple resistance
does not encourage my lack of will and my favorite excuse

my head is full of weird thoughts
to feed my anti discipline
the correction through the dropper is my daily cold shower
as the days drags on

I cross the line of consciousness
I plot the end
within the abyss sinks the wreck of loneliness
in the middle of nowhere

something strange between us
becomes a barbed wire fence
since we look through the same window
you can not avoid my perception of the world you saw

I cross the line of consciousness
I plot the end
within the abyss sinks the wreck of loneliness
in the middle of nowhere

despite the darkness I'm not afraid
even though it's too late
there ain't no reason that can justify the pain
in the middle of nowhere