Passenger

I've spent years that felt like an eternity,  
fearing to dissapear in the haze of the madical embrace.  
While really I was already lost in a dark, deep forest.  
With witches and wolves bigger than me,  
prouling around, whispering.  
And wandering evil doers I met along the way,  
hooded shadows that killed the birds I admired so...  
On every path I chose, dead butterflies rained down like autumn leaves...  
And distorted minor chords accompanied me  
inside my head.  
   
Was it really hell or just my imagination?  
Or was it the devil himself?  
I dont know.    
I take this pill every day...    
And whatever it was, stays away.  
So much serenity in this little white, chemichal wheel...  
A drop of freedom in these woods of madness  
Im a passenger, I watch it all pass me by.