Split Image - Memory Garden

Time’s running out for you, my friend

Can you hear them closing in

Your fear is what makes them live and breed

It’s an obsession which you feed

They rip your flesh apart and watch you bleed

The ultimate pain is what you feel

Frustration is rising, I can tell

Another day is another hell

Tell me now, spin my wheel

Were they not or were they real

Hear me someone, let me know

Why my mind won’t let me go

You’re tripping closer to the everlasting blur

So, are you happy with your new white suit, sir

Divided in two, it’s them and you

Divided in three, one part is me

They’ve always been there for you to blame

Will you ever figure out we are the same

Too much time has passed

You cannot even win your own created game

Just like a ghost haunting it’s own grave

We’re dancing this deadly waltz with not a step to save

Existance of an imbecile

Bring me down, enjoy the thrill

Something’s here behind my eyes

Draining my sense and telling me lies

You’re tripping closer to the everlasting blur

So, are you happy with you new white suit

The toil is tightening and reality occur

Who can be happy in this white suit, sir