These four walls are styled by writing on them all
I'm grasping at the straws, there's no one here at all
Sinking into infinity, to you my mind's got a hold of me
Which one of these medications has a strength of three
Nobody wants to set me free
I'm a melting bee, my stinger must flee
The room grows dark, my head turns cold
I'm carefully defeated, but it's alright, you know
I shut my eyes, I'm off to sleep
But for a second my life grows weak
My spirit is lifted from the scene
And it seems I've reached my peak
My life is open, my eyes aren't closed
Away from slumber, and I realize what I know
The door opens and I'm no longer under
I'm only here for the music and the song of life
I threw over yonder