The shape of your head
is a twist of the truth,
The skulls on these walls,
are they connected to you?
The stars are like eyes
climbing out of a mist,
The temperatures rise
like an easter morning sun,
Its not something you learn
its just something you do,
And sometimes I wonder
whether my other half is you.

Cause I am only half, of what I am,
And half of that is what, the lies can do,
Where the rest is, I don't know,
And I'm not sure if I wanna know.

Back on my own, it took me this long,
To scale to the top of this
(grassy/misty) mountain side you're on,
But now I can see
where its all been leading to,
The skulls on these walls,
how they're connected to you,
Walking with you down a slippery slope,
and you said, "If I was the sun,
you'd be the world I'd shine onto."

http://www.trailofdead.org/