i really have to tell you this is not who i am i was really quite normal like any other man but then it all happened with no probably cause it changed everything around me it changed who i was (don't know who to believe can't wake or go to sleep) when i walk into a room its like i'm not really there some people look away the others stop & stare. lying here beside myself and listening to the rain i asked for help to call someone but no one really came did i want someone to listen or just apportion blame? it was easier to say he's probably gone insane. from the back-streets with their corner shops to the houses in pall mall to the quacks on harley street to the beggars down the hall i understand that all of this defies reality but all the really matters is something happened to me... slow burn... bleed it out through the last refrain... lost inside what you can't explain begin the skid across a blind turn... the flame ignites into a slow burn bleed it out through the last refrain... trying to cope with what you can't explain begin the skid across a blind turn... it all erupts into a slow burn