There is a path to find
In the back of my mind
Barricaded, most of the time
Why does it torment me?
A fantasy noticed in the clear
Stifled bogs and trails bring fear
A creature unknown draws near
Peeled skin exposed to see
Patriotic ghouls with rabid hounds
Worshiped ancients carry no sound
Situation agitated – do not compound
Spinning ’round to set us free
My head exploded
It’s twirlin’!
Cuz I got loaded
I start to think of you
The shit you put me through
No I’m not perfect
But I don’t fake it
I’m out of stasis
Movin’ through space dust
Let your guard down, bro 