Standing on top this pedestal,
My feelings go as I start to petrify.
Been locking myself away in the studio,
I’m starting to feel like maniac.
I realize all the things I no longer relate to,
and nobody relates to the things I say.
Always surrounded feeling isolated,
All the different me’s are starting to look the same.
As I walk along the edge of this pedestal,
The loneliness consumes me little by little.
I fall forward into the bottomless dark,
In hopes of the light I need to save me from this...