Strange observations through my mind, and throughout time.
Nothing is as it seems, everything is upside down. The world is backward and no one is parallel. Through the twists and turns of life, it's dark cold road, it's sick game of insanity... nothing is simple.
Bottled up broken dreams, kept in the locket of a false lover. As you talk the widow's walk, you play lost hearts like a stacked deck of cards. Here I was thinking you knew what you were doing. Turns out you were just as fucked up as the rest of us. Stuck in this asylum call earth.