Blackout

Like a spell, like a stroke, like a kick in the head
 It's like the throes of an epileptic seizure
 Like the crud that you feel after sleeping for days
 Like a dream, like a trip, like a drug-induced haze
 And I recall only little bits and pieces of
 Vague similitudes that my instinct says are not even mine
 They're not even mine
 They're not even mine
 They're not even mine
 Like a slope, like a maze, like a bottomless pit
 Winding around in a secret combination
 Like the strain that you make trying to figure it out
 Like a death, like a gap, like a watery grave
 And all I hear is impossibly distorted impressions of a world that I'm positive is not even mine
 It's not even mine
 It's not even mine
 It's not even mine
 I knew a thing or two until the time
 Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind
 I could not stop it
 Stop it
 Not stop it
 Stop it
 Like an edge, like a void, like a limitless fall
 Entire lives spent in constant isolation
 Like a shard from a frozen shattered aeon of time
 Like a voice, like a crack, like a whispering shriek
 That echoes on like it's carpet-bombing feverish white
 Jungles of thought that I'm positive are not even mine
 They're not even mine
 They're not even mine
 They're not even mine
 I knew a thing or two until the time
 Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind
 I could not stop it
 Stop it
 Not stop it
 Stop it
 How long have I been gone,
 Tucked down inside this limbo while
 My dreams are crushing me?
 Enormous gulfs, enormous glyphs, enormous galleries
 Fragmented visions of a nightmare city
 Full of cone-shaped beings and me
 I knew a thing or two until the time
 Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind
 I could not stop it
 Stop it
 Not stop it
 Stop it
 Stop it