You walked a mile
On broken glass
Through glowing coals
You wore a path
The words on your tongue
A mechanical song
Your face is lined
With disappointment
Oh white matter mind
What have you got to say?
Reasons combine
To force you away
You�re moving on
You solved the problem
And who can blame ya
You�re safe in here
Inside your castle
In Mythomania
Cold crescent moon
On a red cross
It�s happening soon
It�s coming for us
Oh white matter mind
What is there left to say?
Reasons combined
To force you away
No telephone
No television
No news that drain ya
You�re safer here
More atmosphere
In Mythomania
You caught belief
Like some disease
No words can save ya
Cuz you�re all alone
You�re on your own
In Mythomania
