The time of day is not an indication of my state of mind
The weather outside is not a manifestation of what's inside
Time in me is like a vacuum in you
Lost in space without a passion or a clue
Devalue each cognition of you
The crumbling in for answers about you
Revolving around you, dissolving into you
The time of day is not an indication of my state of mind
The weather outside is not a manifestation of what's inside
Time in me is like a vacuum in you
Lost in space without a passion or a clue
(Pass me a match, I think we're in Hell)