Running running running
Through a meadow of my own invention
To reject all I've ever known
To paint myself a new galaxy
A fantasy land to rule alone
But when the scenery changes
And the interior stays the same
And the skin can't be scraped off
And the mental cells hold me prisoner
Then let the anchor drag me down
Let the bubbles catch in my throat
Lungs fighting for the right to oxygen
While disappearing into this endless abyss
