You walked a mile
On broken gla**
Through glowing coals
You wore a path
Words on your tongue
A mechanical song
Your face is lined
With disappointment
White matter mind
What have you got to say?
Reasons combine
To force you away
You’re moving on, you solved the problem
And who can’t blame ya
You’re safe in here Inside your castle
In Mythonmania
Mythonmania
Cold crescent moon
On a red cross
It's happening soon
It's coming for us
White matter mind
What is there left to say?
Reasons combined
To force you away
No telephone, no television
No news that drain ya
You’re safer here, more atmosphere
In Mythomania
In Mythomania
In Mythomania
Now, you caught belief like some disease
No Words can save ya
'Cause you’re all along, you’re on your own
In Mythomania