[Intro] I wake— or I am already awake. The light is wrong. It does not fall, it presses. Morning, they said. Or evening. They always say something. [Pre-Chorus] I know my mind. I know— I know it— [Verse 1] The walls are closer than before, unless I am larger. Someone breathes behind the stone. It might be me. They walk past. Or through. Their steps repeat my thoughts before I think them. [Chorus] I know my mind, I know it well— no— I knew— For when it finds— when it— [Verse 2] The bells ring without sound. The sound rings without bells. A door opens. No, a mouth. Someone laughs. It fits my teeth. We sit together now. Or we stand. There are many hands, or one hand many times. We agree without speaking. We speak without words. [Bridge] They said the locks are kind. They said the locks are there to help. I see the help in their metal faces. They wait. They always wait. I am not confined. We are not confined. Nothing confines— [Verse 3] The floor moves like water. Or the water remembers the floor. Red stains bloom, or perhaps they have always been there and only now decide to speak. Who began it? Who finished it? Who asked? A key falls. Or rises. A scream folds into laughter folds into prayer, folds into noise. [Chorus 2] I know my mind— no— the mind— ours— For when it finds a place— a place— to dwell— [Outro] We press forward. Or inward. The doors learn fear. The walls forget their names. They run. Or we do. Or no one moves at all. We are not ill. We are not— The door is open. The door was never there.
