The air's so thick, it blurs my vision   I can't think straight, in this condition   Dim lit hall is stretching further   Not knowing what I might discover      Through a door half open   A painted light bulb swings   Casting someone's shadow   Reaching towards me      Something draws me here, not sure   Feeling drained, still I am curious   Haunts me, taunts me   Now I start to gravitate      Remain composed, I hear some laughter   The darkness in me moving faster   A handle turned, a door is opened   Ashtrays, cigarettes still smoking      And there again before me   The painted light bulb swings   And see I cast the shadow   The one, I saw moving      Cannot catch my breath, can't cope   His face turns toward me   Can't be, not me   The man in the mirror      It's all too clear   As I stood there   Acknowledged him   In reflective glare      I don't quite understand, why any of this   Is who I am? I'm damned 'cause I doubt   It's part of me, trick of the mind   Schizo, you see      It's like awakening   I'm in someone else's skin   Molds me, holds me, controlled   Left me drained and empty      Transformed, shifting   I peer inside like quicksand   You pulled me, down deeper   All twisted inside of me