I filled my needs in a bottle
Leftovers still stuck at the bottom
Shuttered covered under
Got my insides sundered sundered
Me and my mind are fairly troubled
I know that
In time and space
To strange realities were laced
And is this even my face
Or someone else's falling grace
Smiling in peace
And at my own pace I'm drifting
Towards the battlefield of thoughts
In my mind
(My mind)
Contours got lost
In jittery exhaust
I'm a mosaic
With too much space between the stones
Only relics
Only relics are those bones
Me and my mind are fairly troubled
I know that
In time and space
To strange realities were laced
And is this even my face
Or someone else's falling grace
Smiling in peace
And is this even my face
Or someone else's falling grace
Smiling in peace
And at my own pace I'm drifting
Towards the battlefield of thoughts
In my mind
Putting together the pieces
(My mind)
Putting together myself
Living my life
See what it teaches
Won't you be needing more pieces?