lukewarm feelings on a face that feels like mine
comprehending God's design, linear motion from behind
counting one to nine, but the values keep on changing
don't know how to slow aging, taking now for rearranging
thinking "wow, this is engaging" when I do not understand
it's true that we can't land, so please take me by the hand
and explain the little person who always whispers in my ear
stupid-struck with fear I find that I'm too blind to hear
the warnings that would tell me what was wrong with my life
while the morning mourning did nothing strong to incite
a little light on the subject of passive instigation
movement heading for creation of a massive mental patient
and my actions are not mine, I simple watch them happen
the reaction's coming fine, just look to the past when
I can't stop it, my body starts to shudder and jolt
in another revolt, just try to be stubborn and bold
my hands grow cold, the show told me I'm not myself
but I assure me that I am in perfect mental health
and moving with stealth, I go about my normal buisness
but I feel my real life coming; not feeling senseless
it all crumbles and falls and makes me realise something
the light in the tunnel was that of something oncoming
I felt somewhat wrong humming as the train came near
I was really quite detached as I felt that same fear
and as contact was made, there was no pain to deal with
I simply stepped out with no motivation to feel this

finding it difficult to take in all of what I just said
I came to the realization: I was a guest in my own head