Faceless, spinning, breathing — or trying,
Falling into an endless pit of vertigo —
Those eyes follow me as if scrying
A future — or past, where I'm bound to go.

Falling into an endless pit of vertigo,
Electricity sizzles in the profound stillness.
A future — or past, where I'm bound to go
Has no treatment for my illness.

Electricity sizzles in the profound stillness,
While the light becomes a...