Self-doubt is a killer, or am I just suicidal
I don't know what's coming to me
It's coming too fast before I can see
Somnambulists walking alone
Dreaming about a song
Of someone getting hurt
Who's looking for a home at the end of the world
Voices are raising higher
And the echo calls him a liar
But he knows that he is right
He knew it for sure when he stepped into the light
Clocks are ticking slow
Like they don't want the time to go
Somnambulists, they have heard
Are looking for a home at the end of the world
I don't know
What is real anymore
I don't know
It hasn't happened to me before
I don't know
What is real anymore
I don't know
It hasn't happened to me before