Everything is so strange,
nothing is right,
nothing is right with this place

i vaguely recognize.
But still i try to tame my mind.
Barely have room to walk.

No room to breath, no room to think
in this dark, cramped
corner of my mind.

Still every time i think "so sublime".
Oooh, I'm crushing my bones
under a pile of junk

i wish i still didn't own
up to my past.
Wish that it wouldn't last

but still it does and
I still dream.