Changing times and movements, confusing talk I hear Easily slips right past me, leaves an empty fear Anger pops up from behind my eyes I see red but don't see well I have to use my patient and its breaking Breaking a nerve and I feel like hell Interchanging crossroads, no signs I see Changing a right turn, I think I don't believe I pass the final turn the ultimate remain Then fear creeps up behind my door I see a face that is broken I wake up and the light is gone Anger pops up... Where is the dealer, I've reached a closing door Noisily retreating, I reason all the more