I am spinning out of control drinking my dark side on a moon patrol Dropping an anchor on a concrete floor the links are dragging me out of the door
Can I close my eyes and see? Can I disappear and be? Can I play the absentee, In this cage I built for me?
Can I stand up where I fell? Can I spiral in my shell? Can I cast a binding spell, On this winding road to hell?
I am spinning against the wall grabbing on corners when I feel so small give into impulse as I drop the ball breaking the habits I cannot recall
Can I close my eyes and see? Can I disappear and be? Can I play the absentee, In this cage I built for me?
Can I stand up where I fell? Can I spiral in my shell? Can I cast a binding spell, On this winding road to hell?
I am spinning and the world is still pointing the finger on the things I feel you find me exhausted and crawling uphill to colorful nightmares against my will
Can I close my eyes and see? Can I disappear and be? Can I play the absentee, In this cage I built for me?
Can I stand up where I fell? Can I spiral in my shell? Can I cast a binding spell, On this winding road to hell?
Can I burn my wings and fly? Can I justify a lie? Can I turn my back and cry? can I be there when I die?