Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Solitary begins to hurt me now
The sunshine it fades awaySyllables have now disappeared
How could this happen to me
How could this happen to meBut now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islandsTolerance slips away
Body shrugs and says hello once more
Paint the walls within my mind
Clandestine brain finished periodLips turn grey inside turns out
I show little defence
I show little defenceBut now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands