Oh you soothing light The torch of signs Preserve the tool of guidelines For you are still keeping me blind Borrowed constricted eyes Slender peripheral sight What have I done to spend a life in this mold? Copy and paste, and the ropes on your feet will ease The gray skin might be warm, but be aware it wear thorns And you wear it inside out Will I ever pull the lever? To release what's beneath my skin Another year inside this coma Whatching my soul coagulate But my echoes has lingered for the very last time Unchain my mind I am through with self-deceit It's time to face what's beneath Will I ever pull the lever? To release what's beneath my skin