I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.

There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.