There is Dotted lines in the sky In despair you might Hung the rope too high Hung the rope too high You won't reach it It doesn't even fit your neck Your neck aches And left is Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bones ache Your bleeding skull Your bones ache Your bleeding skull And you can't reach it And you can't pull it It's just too high Your ambitions were in a fight Inner fright Hung the rope too high Admit it doesn't fit your mind Your mind in general Genesis of the mind Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bones ache Your bleeding skull Your bones ache Your bleeding skull Genesis of mind Genesis of mind Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bleeding skull Your bones ache Your bleeding skull Your bones ache Your bleeding skull