Take me on a turn that would
Open the abyss

You'd think that it would kill me
You said madness always did

But retrospective in perspective it was better
Ever than before

Granted, my future's in question
But at least I am, But at least have my own

It's something to be treasured, to be sure...
The world all alone...

They said, it's time to sell myself
To a profession of discourse

I disagree, I digress
You seem to mistake gold

Advantaged disadvantaged add to nothing in the end in
Cubical hidden homes

I'll prostitute myself to no one, you see,
I will be my own whore

The world all alone

You're seeing the invisible
You're grasping the intangible

Sanity is leaving you first
Like the sands of time

It is slowly eroding
The fringes of your mind

A composition of derision leaves your lips and then you're
Reasoning no more

Looks like you've enjoyed all your time
In your prison of can and cannot, it's all your own

It's something to be treasured, to be sure...
A world all alone...