In a cool cool room, A room without a window A door is there to enter, Enter into neverland I try to separate the real from the unreal They run together into nothing, Something's coming Tonight I go under to see, What shape my watcher will be Tonight I go under to see, tonight I bleed In a vacant dormitory The floors are made of wood The plaster tells a different story A quiet boy climbs into noise I try to separate the real from the unreal They run together into nothing Something's coming Tonight I go under to see, What shape my watcher will be Tonight I go under to see, tonight I bleed The man with the truth chair He found a river that runs there It starts in the east, it runs to the west And every human drinks from it Tonight I go under to see, tonight I bleed All the way this time, all the way this time