Here I am once again   Looking up at the ceiling   And what is it I'm afraid of   I need somewhere to hide from my neuropsychopathic eye   I'm crucified to my mind      Slowly drop into a fantod   And sound can't pierce through the labyrinth   I'm waiting for the trip to start   But I'm not ready to fry in my neuropsychopathic eye   A splinter flies through my spine      Something in your mind you don't realise   You don't realise   You don't realise