What a comfort to find out you're losing your mind
  when you re-realize that it's not the first time
  you burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly
  just to learn later on that there isn't a sky
  there aren't any clouds and there aren't any trees
  there aren't any birds and there's no cinder caught in my eye
  
  'till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it
  just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it
  'till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it
  just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it