| I feel the rush coming over me |
| Through the tides of uncertainty |
| I’m loosing faith in reality |
| Yet I find myself staring at these walls |
| These dreams are my only friends |
| They turn into nightmares in the end |
| Patience lost when I turn cold |
| Growin' trees start to mold |
| Everything I found |
| Barely ever planned out |
| Keys don’t ever turn |
| Guess I’m stuck, I’m trapped in these walls |
| I’m like a pyramid |
| And I’m standing tall, but just a maze |
| And I’m afraid, I’m afraid |
| The grave I dig will stay the same |
| If a tree made of gold stood alone, would you notice it? |
| If an apple were full of worms, would you eat it? |
| Unlike the rippling tide, I fled from all of these ties |
| And broke upon a shore unknown |
| I’m living life, I’m living life like a cold hard stone |
| Everything I found |
| Barely ever planned out |
| Keys don’t ever turn |
| Guess I’m stuck, I’m trapped in these walls |
| I’m like a pyramid |
| And I’m standing tall, but just a maze |
| And I’m afraid, I’m afraid |
| The grave I dig will stay the same |
| So I’ll climb the stairs |
| Taking steps upon a very, very thin hair |
| If I slip, I fall into a world I barely know |
| So I’ll climb the stairs |
| I’m taking steps upon a very very thin hair |
| If I slip, I fall into a world I barely know |
| I’m like a pyramid, yeah |
| Standing tall, but just a maze |
| And I’m afraid, I’m afraid |
| The grave I dig will stay the same |
| I’m like a pyramid |
| Standing tall, but just a maze |
| And I’m afraid, I’m afraid |
| The grave I dig will stay the same |