Winking away the deathly sleep
obnoxiously intoxicated by the environment
Perplexed are my senses and so is the cerebrum
Help me, help me I need to break free.
Help me, help me I need to break freee
Gone are the days of divine happiness
Coffee shops, meeting points amiss
A home, a motel and now a wandering soul.
Desperate measures of insanity to break freee
phantom screams of desperation to break free
Lurking shadows of anguish to break free
I need to break free, help me, help me!