I got lost in my own mindI could not see, I could not findThe answer to the question I can’t leave behindwell, I guess I’m just one of a kindI’m so fed up with all theese people whodoes nothing but shut upWhy don’t you express yourselves and do what you feel?- But what feels real?There’s so many colors around youWhy don’t you use them and abuse them?Another year, another timetake a note and stand in lineThe line to the new world whereI can’t hear my own screamwell, I guess it’s just another lucid dream