Deep one perfect morning

as the sun is heading up into the sky

and i'm sitting here warming

to the coldness of the things that meet my eye

something in me's stirring

and the moon and all the stars fail to comply

And my thoughts are turning backwards

and i'm picking at the pieces

of a world that keeps turning the screws

into my mind

Something in me's chilling

and nothing in me's willing

to focus my attention on the sky

Past the weakened eyes

that feel and scream into your soul

better to paint my hate on the walls

before the picture goes

And my thoughts are turning backwards

and i'm picking at the pieces

of a world that keeps turning the screws

in my mind

And i can see a wide world

for me to tame

in a hole

I'm going to the darklands

to talk in rhyme 

with my chaotic soul 

as sure as life means nothing 

and all things end in nothing 

and heaven I think 

is too close to hell

I want to move I want to go 

I want to go

oh something won't let me 

go to the place 

where the darklands are 

and i awake from dreams 

to a scary world of screams 

and heaven i think 

is too close to hell 

I want to move I want to go 

I want to go

take me to the dark 

oh god I get down on my knees 

and I feel like I could die 

by the river of disease 

and I feel that I'm dying 

and I'm dying 

I'm down on my knees 

oh I'm down

I want to go, I want to stay 

I want to stay

gonna run, gonna run 'til I hit the sun