I lost her I only see crumbs scattered throughout I lost her The notion I had a while ago Change I changed Will it have to be like this? Will it have to be like this? Change I changed The roll is stained Blurred images make me paranoid Useless vase broken into a thousand pieces Going down the cold river Falling on the frost And disappearing from existence Disappearing from existence An imminent blackout Your consciousness is altered mess up your reality And destroy your composure Burn this place Brandon! The environment is distorted The roll still stained These blurred images make me paranoid