And I see my reflectionnStarin' back at menNo, I don't even likenThe things I seenThere's blood on the intersectionnThere's mud on the tiresnBroken bones, and twisted thoughtsnFrom trippin' wiresnnPitfalls are getting deepernIt's becoming so hard to climbnGround level's getting highernStill, I continue the fightnMaking my way through the detoursnAnd passing all the dead endsnI just want to get to that placenI want to be inside my headnnAnd I see the same routinesnFrom so long agonThat I'm falling back intonWhy, I don't knownBut there's dirt on my handsnAnd I'm falling towards the firenLord, reach out your loving armnWon't you pull me from the mire?nnPitfalls are getting deepernIt's becoming so hard to climbnGround level's getting highernStill, I continue the fightnMaking my way through the detoursnAnd passing all the dead endsnI just want to get to that placenI want to be inside my headnnYeah, yeahnYeah, yeahnYeah, yeahnYeah, yeahnnPitfalls are getting deepernIt's becoming so hard to climbnGround level's getting highernStill, I continue the fightnMaking my way through the detoursnAnd passing all the dead endsnI just want to get to that placenI want to be inside my headnnPitfalls are getting deepernIt's becoming so hard to climbnGround level's getting highernStill, I continue the fightnMaking my way through the detoursnAnd passing all the dead endsnI just want to get to that placenI want to be inside my head