what a comfort to find out you're losing your mind. when you re-realize that it's not the first time. you burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly. just to learn later on that there isn't a sky. there aren't any clouds and there aren't any trees. there aren't any birds and there's no cinder caught in my eye. 'till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it. just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it. 'till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it