I lost myself in my own insanity
There are no drugs except my mind
I have a map that was drawn by a child
I have no way to return home

I got loops worse than the eighties
Just like a game we try to get the end
Is that a map or just a scribble?
I have no way to return home

I’m the Moon, a balloon, the bowl of a spoon
I’m the Moon, a balloon, the bowl of a spoon

I went up two steps and I fell on the third
A hateful process for an entire week
I forgot my name and my dignity
I have no way to return home

I’m the Moon, a balloon, the bowl of a spoon
I sang this chorus out of tune
I have life or something alike
I have no way to return home

Through cognition I live in a hole