A moment caught me
Said nice to meet you again
I hope that you’ve been keeping well
Cut into pieces
Living in a heaven and hell
I hope that I know us again

But Who can see me
Watch me going down
Down, down, down

Formed by notions
As spoon-fed virtue ascends
Riddled with timber to fell

Oh, mother taught me well

Conversations slipped as the axis changed
Forced to blame insane and unwell

Blood in the water
The grandest gesture one tells
I hope that I see them again

It gently haunts me
As I drink from the well
Guess no one is coming again

But who can see me
Watch me going down
Down, down, down