how can it be done how can we escape from this indigent state we try for so long and now i m afraid it might happen too late i get the sense you look at me like at some distant star i never really could accept how taciturn you are but why does it feel like the choir is weeping and the conductor is reeling it s such a psychotic feeling i wish i could talk i wish i could live like there was nothing to hide i wish that you knew how completely i m struggling inside will you stay or will you turn away from me like them when you start to understand how cynical i am but can you say it doesn t feel like a skeleton has melted and the wallpaper s peeling it s such a psychotic feeling faster faster faster i wanna come back to you oh but my head is so full of this horrible light it just attacks i can t fight back1