In the winding passages of my mind
Walk blushing and exuberant hand in hand
Countless doors to open
And pillows to fall asleep on
In the gambling halls of your mind< br/>Pious and unholy walk hand in hand
Countless choices in the gambling game but you think
Not before you jump and so you stoke your hell
On the rough roads of our existence
Ride tight faces in the slow lane
Their eyes kick tight as sirens wail
Their eyes turn away as children bleed
Is there escape from the maze of torture?
Madhouse of reality? Carnival of imagination?
Do you think now?
Do you think now?
Cold nightmare
Do you think now?
Too tired of life
Too afraid of the death

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