The light is drifting away
The experience is passing by
I did not really witness the day

And now its end is nigh

In my state of mind

I am too irate to find rest
Too tired of being tired
Too overcharged to think straight


Chased by my thoughts
Trapped in between worlds


Everything is far away
Nothing is real

Everything's a copy
Of a copy of a copy


Chased by my thoughts
Trapped in between worlds


Too tired of being tired
Too overcharged to think straight
Too bound to depart