Break the door free the sighs
heave yourself the hell away
you won't possess no other free will
but the one you're giving away
the fall may be long but it won't get into you
'cause you're gone
realize your mind
glide into the grove on displaced ice
become one with time
one with time not bound to place

When outside everything looks wrong
everybody's personal becomes the more
your personal dimension's become
a place for you to suffer alone in
when the whole picture seems wrong
no promise can make you calm

make up your mind
carved in the skull
who dominates you who's to judge?
the fall may be long
but you won't feel it
once it's sober

When outside everything looks wrong
everybody's personal becomes the more
your personal dimension's become
a place for you to suffer alone in
when the whole picture seems wrong
no promise can make you calm

Who's to judge what's right what's wrong?
Who's to tell you who's to judge?
if you don't feel ill, you won't feel ill...
(would you fill me in?)