The world has turned two shades of gray And my smile slowly faded away As the colors sank into the pavement While I was trapped inside your basement Ghost cried out my name As you closed your eyes and tried to claim Nothing, No nothing has changed Yet still the world remained rearranged Midway through my reply the ground shook Catching my voice off guard with a new hook Dragging the words back into the microphone Robbed of life they fell flat and became monotone Hearing my own death I raced for the door Only to find that the ceiling had become the floor So circles came to be called squares Before falling to the top the stairs Lost as familiar things became foreign once again My hair grew long and my head began to spin Rather than cross the tracks, I felt like running down the road No razor in sight, So I grinned bright and prayed to explode The first martyr in a jihad against sanity Before I realized that was a sin of my own vanity I do not decide who lives or dies Then the madness left me, empty eyed