I Cut My Safety Line

I rode out to the desert to meet The Devil
And he took me by the hand
He then pulled back my eyelids to show me
Exactly who I am

He showed me how to escape my pain
He told me where to go

Instead I chose to walk on through

I became blind as my eyes glazed over
My pupils white as snow

I dreamed of a land called Memory
But the signal was bad
Lots of interference
From a station called Futureland
Created ripples in Reality

I don’t know what is real
There’s too much distortion
Mixing crazy signals
From Nature and from Man
Each one fights for my allegiance

I wish they’d both just leave me alone
And so I am
With whispers on the wind
Haunting me as I speak to you
Whomever you are