Where do we go,
When we've fallen out of control,
And nothing matters at all?
Inside your mind,
Every thought becomes cyanide,
And dying seems too kind.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
What happens now,
When all I know is letting me down,
And I can't hear a sound?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?