The air's so thick, it blurs my vision
I can't think straight, in this condition
Dim lit hall is stretching further
Not knowing what I might discoverThrough a door half open
A painted light bulb swings
Casting someone's shadow
Reaching towards meSomething draws me here, not sure
Feeling drained, still I am curious
Haunts me, taunts me
Now I start to gravitateRemain composed, I hear some laughter
The darkness in me moving faster
A handle turned, a door is opened
Ashtrays, cigarettes still smokingAnd there again before me
The painted light bulb swings
And see I cast the shadow
The one, I saw movingCannot catch my breath, can't cope
His face turns toward me
Can't be, not me
The man in the mirrorIt's all too clear
As I stood there
Acknowledged him
In reflective glareI don't quite understand, why any of this
Is who I am? I'm damned 'cause I doubt
It's part of me, trick of the mind
Schizo, you seeIt's like awakening
I'm in someone else's skin
Molds me, holds me, controlled
Left me drained and emptyTransformed, shifting
I peer inside like quicksand
You pulled me, down deeper
All twisted inside of me