Grovelling aint guna getcha out of this one,nWho was he and what was he holding onto?nThere’s no love lost between the right and left hand,nBut the brain is trying hard to decide.nnOpen your world a little wider,nLet the memories get ahead of what’s going on.nI don’t believe that people help for helping,nDo you agree that there in it for themselves?nnI’m talking to the reflection that looks back when I stand naked,nI’m making up conclusions to get by.nI’m telling tales to wind up a little further,nI’m lost from the out and the inside.nnAre you scared, I am.nConfused, I am.nUnder threat, I am, I am, I am.nnLaying back and letting it roll over,nWill only numb the inevitable pain,nA racing heart is best kept from beating,nA poison dart can sort out all your woes. nnIgnoring all of those who only hurt you,nWill give your satisfaction time to grow,nBeing self obsessed is only natural,nCarrying on is the brave man’s Achilles heel.nnHave a conversation with the reflection only you see,nMake up different ways to escape.nImagine you’re a future not a has been,nAnd turn your meat and bones inside out.nnAre you scared, I am.nConfused, I am.nUnder threat, I am, I am, I am.n