Fog Rolls In

I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line
As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry
And he's sipping sangria in the temple of wine
I'm surrounded by the naked men who undressed his lies

I know it's in my head

Now I've trapped myself in a room of sorrow
As my blood starts to sweat and my brain starts to wallow
And I'm standing in a room covered in needles
I've died a thousands times and never once lived normal

I know it's in my head

I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line
As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry
And he's sipping sangria in the tеmple of wine
I'm surrounded by thе naked men who undressed his lies