The time of day is not an indication of my state of mind
The weather outside is not a manifestation of what's inside

Time in me is like a vacuum in you
Lost in space without a passion or a clue

Devalue each cognition of you
The crumbling in for answers about you

Revolving around you, dissolving into you

The time of day is not an indication of my state of mind
The weather outside is not a manifestation of what's inside

Time in me is like a vacuum in you
Lost in space without a passion or a clue

(Pass me a match, I think we're in Hell)