Crossroads Lyrics

Endless corridors lie before me

Walk in circles
The doors forlorning
Permanent, irreversible cessation
Birthing of an innocent creation
A disorder, conformer, ilicit paranoia

Disorder, conformer, ilicit paranoia
(Superstitions of thoughts) that regress me to my former

Obsessive, compulsive, my brothers in arms
(But when it all comes down, will they still cause me harm?)
Excessive disposition
As my head becomes my prison

(I search for strength to keep on living)
But the weight continues giving

Thinking's too much so I lay down to sleep
Paralysed by the seat this black has placed on me
(Light comes)
I wake up and 'what if' until my brain is numb (Numb, numb)

It may look like still waters on the outside
(But theres a hurricane)
Stirring in my mind

If I have to take a pill to be myself
That's not me
That's someone else

That's someone else
That's someone else
That's someone else