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