Standing on top this pedestal, My feelings go as I start to petrify. Been locking myself away in the studio, I’m starting to feel like maniac. I realize all the things I no longer relate to, and nobody relates to the things I say. Always surrounded feeling isolated, All the different me’s are starting to look the same. As I walk along the edge of this pedestal, The loneliness consumes me little by little. I fall forward into the bottomless dark, In hopes of the light I need to save me from this... (Wake up!)