How can it be done?   How can we escape from this indigent state?   We try for so long, and now I'm afraid it might happen too late   I get the sense you look at me like at some distant star   I never really could accept how taciturn you are   But why does it feel   Like the choir is weeping   And the conductor is reeling?   It's such a psychotic feeling   I wish I could talk   I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide   I wish that you knew how completely I'm struggling inside   Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them   When you start to understand how cynical I am?   But can you say it doesn't feel   Like a skeleton has melted   And the wallpaper's peeling?   It's such a psychotic feeling   Faster, faster, faster   I want to come back to you   Oh, but my head is so full of this horrible light   It just attacks   I can't fight back