Crawling down a hole, looking for what I've lost.
I tell myself it's there, but I'm not sure how to find.
Where the hell it came from, i'm not sure I wanna know,
Do I really need this mind-fuck or is it just another lie?

It could never hurt, thats what I'm told
but I'll figure it out myself,
cuz if I run again I'll just be farther from the truth....
but maybe I'm hiding it from myself

It's something I've felt for so long... it's absence leaves a hole
I cant be sure what I expect to find,
but surely I'll remember my purpose
before my two minds fall to war

If I would never know....

Then maybe, just maybe, it'll clear a few things
but if you add a stain to glass you kill the transparency
because insanity's clearer and it never thinks to lie
so maybe I'll lose out before it kills me