The Dark Line In the Middle of Hope

When the morning comes*
There’ll be no right from wrong
When it’s getting dark out there
You better pack your things and go
Oh I know, I know, I know I’ve got to go
Slow down my mind you’re going too fast
Slow down my mind you’re going too far
I’m locked in stone and I shiver to the bone
I’m hot when it’s cold and cold when it’s warm
I feel like melting in the snow
I feel like melting in the snow
I long for the sun and it’s white killing glows
Well my shirt it makes me sick
The ?? makes me sick
The walls they make me sick
And I wonder what the others do while I dig
When the morning comes
There’ll be no right from wrong
When it’s getting dark out there
You better pack your things and go
Well I know, I know, I know I’ve got to go
Slow down my mind you’re going too fast
Slow down my mind you’re going too far
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You’re gonna crash