Lyrics:

Black is white.

Day is night and there is no wonder at all.

Suc h a day:

Every way the writing was right on the wall.

Some kind of dream

That should never have been:

There’s only the music inside me now.

Right is wrong.

Screeming silence in a place I call my head.

In a way,

I am just a shadow of the one your are.

Some kind of love—ha!

It fits like the glove

That tightens its grip round my hanging neck.

You live!

I die!

We’re coming to my last goodbye—

A word I cannot contemplate.

You’re all contradiction

You’re all that I know . . .

You’re all I cannot understand.

(I’m moving to a country of madness.)

Now is then.

Then is now and there is no escape I see.

Once again

You’re gone again

You’re gone again but here you are.

Some kind of dream

That should never have been.

There’s only the silence inside me now.

You live!

I die!

We’re coming to my last goodbye—

But it’s a word I cannot contemplate.

There is no good reason

And neither no rhyme:

There’s only a life in  decline.

(I’m moving to a country of madness.)