From the top to the bottom. Bottom to top I stop. At the core is forgotten. In the middle of my thoughts. Taken far form my safety. The picture is there. The memory won't escape me. But why should I care? From the top to the bottom. Bottom to top I stop. At the core is forgotten. In the middle of my thoughts. Taken far form my safety. The picture is there. The memory won't escape me. But why should I care? There's a place so dark you can't see the end. Skies cock back and shock that which you can't defend. The rain then sends dripping an acidic question. Forcefully, the power of suggestion. Then with eyes shut,looking through the rust and rot and dust, a small spot of light floods the floor. And pours over therusted world of pretend and the eyes ease open and it's dark again. From the top to the bottom. Bottom to top I stop. At the core is forgotten. In the middle of my thoughts. Taken far form my safety. The picture is there. The memory won't escape me. But why should I care? In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up. The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up. Moving all around, screaming of the ups and downs. Pollution manifested in perpetual sound. The wheels go'round and the sunset creeps past the street lamps, chain-link, and concrete. A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. And the memory now is like the picture was then. When the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again. From the top to the bottom. Bottom to top I stop. At the core I've forgotten. In the middle of my thoughts. Taken far form my safety. The picture is there. The memory won't escape me. But why should I care? From the top to the bottom. Bottom to top I stop. At the core I've forgotten. In the middle of my thoughts. Taken far form my safety. The picture is there. The memory won't escape me. But why should I care? In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up. The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up. Now you got me caught in the act. You bring the thought back. I'm telling you that I see it right through you. Now you got me caught in the act. You bring the thought back. I'm telling you that I see it right through you. In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up. The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up. In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up. The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up.