| Breakdown |
|---|
| I step into the darkness |
| Preparing for the light |
| I do expect the hardest |
| And deferred out of sight |
| I still sense the different |
| Darker kinds of meat |
| I try to feel the distance |
| Between ground and feet |
| Sometimes it seems to me |
| This little invitation |
| You’re smiling down on me |
| Without retaliation |
| The purpose comes within |
| With different dependencies |
| I step into a room |
| With mirrors of disguise |
| My theets begin to flicker |
| My Fingers become eyes |
