you walked a mile on broken glass through glowing coals you were a path the words on your tongue a mechanical song your face is lined with disappointment oh white matter mind what have you got to say reasons combine to force you away youre moving on you solved the problem and who can blame you youre safe in here inside your castle in mythomania mythomania cold crescent moon on a red cross its happening soon it s coming for us oh white matter mind what is there left to say reasons combined to force you away no telephone no television no news that drain you youre safer here more atmosphere in mythomania you caught belief like some disease no words can save you cause youre all along youre on your own in mythomania