When the morning comes There'll be no right from wrong When it's getting dark out there You better pack your things and go Oh I know, I know, I know I've got to go Slow down my mind you're going too fast Slow down my mind you're going too far I'm locked in stone and I shiver to the bone I'm hot when it's cold and cold when it's warm I feel like melting in the snow I feel like melting in the snow I long for the sun and it's white k**ing glows Well my shirt it makes me sick The [?] makes me sick The walls they make me sick And I wonder what the others do while I dig When the morning comes There'll be no right from wrong When it's getting dark out there You better pack your things and go Well I know, I know, I know I've got to go Slow down my mind you're going too fast Slow down my mind you're going too far Slow down, slow down, slow down You're gonna crash