I don't know which way to go from here nI stick my hand through a liquid mirror nAnd I wonder just what I've reached nIs it my blood dripping or an hallucination? nGuess it depends if I feel the pain nnI take the bottle just to never set it down again nIt's thrown into the ocean, nYou better believe there's a message in it. nnI've gotta get through to you somehow nBut if it lays on the ocean floor, nWell then I failed again nIt just explodes itself in my mind nAnd it's blinding me from what's right or wrongnnThe beauty of the rose, nIt pulls my instinct to grab it nThe clenching of the stem nI feel the thorns catching under my skinnnYeah, well it's something just like this nPulling you in until it makes its threat nThen it's not easy to pass judgment nDo me a favor, nWhen I reach my hand out nWon't you please just cut it off nSo I can understand a little more of the situation nnTaking me for all the left had nI can't tell which is right or wrong nWhat's black or white, which is left or right nCould you tell me which is it supposed to be for me? nnI don't know which way to go from here nI turn left and right and I'm still standing in the rear nnI can't tell which way the bloody situation runs nI hear you talking but I can't understand a word nNo, I can't tell what the hell I'm supposed to do with this nI hear you talking, but it's all full of bullshit! nnI take the bottle just to never set it down again nI lay there wishing I was dead.