Turn to the left, turn to the right

If you judge me for my faults

My soul searches for flight



Awake in my violent daydreams

I am lucid and torn

I sleep, dreaming in the netherworld

Obsessed and reborn



I feel the moonrise

Inside my head

I feel the consequence

Of everything you left unsaid



And now you're dead...



Is this soliloquy or psychosis

Or self-hypnosis



Burn to the right, turn to the left

If society won't accept you

You scream into the grave





I feel the moonrise

Inside my head

I feel the consequence

Of everything you left unsaid



And now we're dead...





Turn away from the light

Turn into the right

If you judge me for my faults

My soul searches for flight





I feel the moonrise

Inside my head

I feel the consequence

Of everything you left unsaid



And now we're dead...