I don’t know if I’m right or wrong, but I didn’t do Can’t relate to ability, so much space and room in me All the things that I can’t believe, all the things that I can’t conceive Trouble mounting, under the sea
There’s thoughts that I can find Hidden deep inside my mind Seems that every thing I saw Are just memories left behind me now
I can’t live with reality Cut my chains and set me free Try to believe everything I’m told I don’t buy, every thing I’ve sold Til [?] I’ll be passing by All the pain, and all the strife Trouble mounting, Friday 13
Those memories seem so tall When I [?] to learn them all Wished [?] Call on me