The Crick Cycle (Album Version) Video (MV)

Shadows slowly sweep across a moonlit floor
Full of cracks
His mind tweaks
Dirt stains his heart
Dust and grime in the cracks
Bad feelings creep
Across his chest
The bed springs speak
And the floor creaks
As he twists and turns
His blankets wrap around him
Awake
He thinks
I'm awake
Runs across his lips
In a whispery voice
I'm awake
He pants
He breathes
Each time becomes louder
Until he screams
I'm awake
I only think to myself all the time
You can't see shadows facing through time
The crick in my town runs through my mind
I only think to myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
He clasps his covers
He gasps for air
He grasps his throat
I can't breathe
He thinks
He looks around
And pulls the thickest of three sheets
Up to his eyes
This will protect me
He thinks to himself
Jesus
Did I just say that out loud
Sometimes his thoughts are so strong
That he fails to separate
The fantasies
From reality
Sometimes his will to protect
Wills his worst fears
Instead
His vivid imagination
Reaches such an apex
That his pulse will rise
And his body will shake
Stop
He whispers
As the covers drape
His gaping mouth
Help
He says louder
Help
Even louder until he yells
Help
Is this hell
Is this hell
Is this hell
I only think to myself all the time
You can't see shadows facing through time
The crick in my town runs through my mind
I only think to myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time
I only think of myself all the time