there s nothing left that s right there s nothing right that s left i ve forgotten myself this is all wrong the urge to close my eyes is strong once more towards the light there s nothing left that s right my tongue is in the water where the tide is white my heart is in my mouth and nothing seems right a drop in the ocean or tree in the hollow the truth of existence is a bitter pill to swallow in the search for my mind i tossed it over the side this doesn t feel right this feeling s hard to describe what should i throw and what should i keep who knew what we would find in the waters of sleep i ll keep the other vessel at arm s length for it is now crewed by men of ill intent they break the bones of those outside their tribe theirs is a scripture to which i will not subscribe i m against the tide and time this feeling s hard to describe there s nothing left that s right there s nothing right that s left i ve forgotten myself this is all wrong the urge to close my eyes is strong once more towards the light out of mind and sight there s nothing left that s right they say a few good men is all the world needs but they re drowning in a hole which does nothing but bleed i ve got one chance to pull it back from the brink but my boat is full of water and i m starting to sink this horse is lame it falls over waves it s pale and it s breathless but works like a slave my raft in tatters it s sure to capsize my knuckles are white from holding onto the sides the keeper stokes the fires of the beacon at the top of a tower that drives us all onto the rocks i thought the water would be quiet i was right they warned me of the lighthouse but it shines so bright i m against the tide and time this feeling s hard to describe there s nothing left that s right there s nothing right that s left i ve forgotten myself this is all wrong the urge to close my eyes is strong once more towards the light out of mind and sight there s nothing left that s right