Overkill

Dreaming In Columbian

Overkill


Worlds apart, separation from my mind. 
Just close my eyes to bring me there. 
I fall apart, the peices are so hard to find. 
A puzzle peice is torn in half. 

The absence, of colour. surrounds a broken dream. 
Call my eyes to take me there... 
One by one I watch, as the peices disappear, 
My friends become the ones I hate. 
This house of cards it, won't withstand the wind. 
I shut my eyes to escape. 

All my whites have turned to black. 
Everytime I close my eyes, dream in columbian. 
All my bugs are comin' back. 
Crawlin' on my face, they speak in! 
Columbian. 

Worlds apart, a separation from my soul. 
Worlds apart, the separation is now whole. 
I watch the peices fall apart. 
I try to make a brand new start. 
I'm fallin' in, I'm fallin' out, 
I'm fallin' up, I'm fallin' back, 
I'm fallin' down, an' fallin' round, an' askin' why?