Yeah, I'm walking down the same old dusty road now,
I wonder why those damn crows scream so loud,
Maybe it's my brain causing hallucinations,

I guess I just have a twisted imagination,
In the daylight it feels like night,
Everything's so dull and just so outta sight,

The darkness overtakes me, and im left on the side,
Of a creepy old street, A guitarist put aside,
But I know, at the end of the road there's a light,

No one else knows, just me, with a shadow,
Beside me, only thing to ever always be there,
Except for the ghosts which come in my nightmares,

They creep in unexpected, drop me from the highest heights,
That's why I wake up with a fright from the nights,
Where I spend time in that town of lucid dreams,

I guess that's why im always just so $#&@ed up it seems,



Yeah, I feel like sometimes im just on my own,
Just packed up my things, with no where to go,
But I left, Yeah I left it all behind,

That's just what you do when you have a $#&@ed up mind,
Some people make me feel like freaking out and goin crazy,
But I stop myself, lock those feelings away, keep em hazy,

Till I take the key, unlock, and just write down my emotions,
I shoulda done that a while ago, before I chose this,
This thing I do, I guess its a typa art,

It makes this life and my other, two worlds apart,
It just so happens I do it when it's dark,
When the ghosts are out, and are ready to play in dream city's park,

The place where I go, The one I call home, I go there and I just dont feel so alone,
I have a sort of company I guess, No one I got try and $#&@ing impress,
I relieve all my stress.