What are the rules
What are the times
You know me
The misfit on key
That boy you once knew
Is far gone
The soul within
Nullified
With no plan
To march on
Sinking away
Waiting for dawn
He's not even sure
What's (Is) happening
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It must be imagining
And when it come back
And when it come back
And when it come back
And when it come back
Light pours off the disk
My life starts to bridge
The drugs shows the truth
But I guess that's the risk
Light pours off the disk
On the horizon of events
The drugs are setting in
But I guess that's the risk
And if I ever return
Who will be there
Who will be at the gun
Oh would anyone?
And when I come back
And when I come back
And when I come back
And when I come back...