When sometimes loneliness meets confusion,

Behind the misdirection of sanity's illusion,

Thats when the wrong answer comes to me,

Frustration at one's rerun of errors,

Even with the most sincere endeavors,

It still comes to me.

 

The key is often silver and razor sharp,

Open up the pale white doors for the world to see

Whats really flowing round this poisoned heart,

It's just a passing thought, you see, 

I think I'd be too scared to even make a start.

 

Looking at the door, I'm thinking, that there is 

no turning back as the key sinks in,

Are my thoughts straying too far?

On all of them a timebomb drop, see my shrapnell

burdens,cause their misconceptions to stop,

But what if it goes too far?

 

The key is often silver and razor sharp,

Open up the pale white doors, 

And flood the world in a sea of the troubled red waters

That flow round this poisoned heart,

It's just a passing thought, you see,

I think I'd be too scared to even make a start.