« [...] Now you're dancing through the smoke, like nothing else matters
Where are you going, boy?
When did you get so lost?
How could you be so blind?
How could you be so blind? »

« [...] But sometimes I feel OK
And think I'm unique
You always try to critique
I turn my back on it anyway
[...]
But I've been thinking
And thinking always gets me into trouble
But since I have a double personality
It wasn't me, you see,
Now I'm a refugee
And everything inside of me is just a part of my disease

Just kill me, I can't breathe
I am guiding myself right to the end
I can't learn, come to terms
With the sickness that makes me crash and burn. »