I don't wanna be in this place, in this place
Outside the window my mind, is saturated
With a clouded sense of everything
Although it's just the weight of foam
I follow the secret steps
With paranoia on my mind
Mmm-mmm
Just keep hammering at a cycle, wishing to ride out
Thinking if it's all in my head
Or if we've been fed, we've been fed
I follow the secret steps, to tumble down
With paranoia, on my mind