I could recognize where I am
At the blind-spot of mind
At the melting-point of our visions
Where time unravels
Where demented agony pulls me down
As misshapen dead-weights
Out of sight what's behind the haze
But the fog might be the bright sky
State of floating
State of drowning
State of floating
State of drowning
State of floating
State of drowning
State of panic
State of reality