In this fucked up mind
I'm trapped in something kind
I'm giving my soul a search
and all i get back is an empty curse
Crawling in the mist, in a imaginary land
sounds kinda poetic if you through in some sand
The curse of humans, in the beginning of our time
In the garden of gods you can find yourself a mind
Maybe I should just drop dead,
If i don't here that clever little bell

I'm falling for something dangerous
but you don't even have a clue
You cant find nothing if your mind is blue