abstract, my head
stitched up and
made of lead
in an ulterior land

stitched up and
aimlessly stumbling
in an ulterior land
thoughts are tumbling

aimlessly stumbling
into a catastrophe
thoughts are tumbling
in my tragedy

into a catastrophe
will you follow me
through my tragedy?
a maelstrom of debris

will you follow me?
wallow in tacks and nails
a maelstrom of debris
insanity always prevails

wallowing in tacks and nails
the figure in the doorway,
Insanity always prevails
will I ever find a way?

the figure in the doorway
he is a phantom
will I ever find a way
out of this shaded kingdom?

he is a phantom
abstract, my head
out of this shaded kingdom
made of lead