I'm trying to stand on my feet, anyway it fits,
I don’t know which is vertical.
The way forward seems to be straight,
Now that's all horizontal.
But which way do I go, or where,
This is all desolate white.
The voice in my head is the only one,
Who I can hear when quiet.
Or I don't know who I am anymore,
Or who else I could be.
The nights and nightmares,
They all seem the same to me.
My life isn't over yet, or at least as long,
I have left a mind.
But then in the soundless void I hear,
The empty choir of madness blind.
