Passed my time in a prison cell
Persuade myself that I'm looking well
No love lost, have to look inside
See myself across a great divide

GUITAR SOLO

Mirror fragments, sick of lies
Consciences have been revised
Truth is a myth, and I know I'm right
You'd better take off, better take flight

CHORUS
It's getting much much better
If I try not to think
(x 2)
Too much about myself

Formed of paranoia's dreams
Got to break away you have to break the scene
Walk away when it gets too much
Don't need pills, but I need a crutch

CHORUS

GUITAR BREAK

CHORUS