Lyrics

The place The place The place Where I stand Liquid Under There lies a Gives There lies Search for the spaces Take ten paces Can't make head or tail of this And I smoke till I'm senseless And feel slow motion Until I wake up tomorrow Of confusion Recircle, recycle, resemble me The devil's, yeah Yeah Yeah Thеy take us out quietly You see scars, results of my ragе Gives way to liquid Underneath the The place where I Gives liquid Underneath the There lies a weeping The, the illusion of confusion Search for the Turn around, time Take ten paces I can't make head or tail of this And I smoke I smoke, I smoke And I feel in slow motion And drown, drown myself in sorrow Until I, till I wake up tomorrow The illusion of con— The illusion of The illusion of The illusion of The illusion of Until I, till I wake up tomorrow Looks like from where I'm, circle