You walked a mile On broken glass Through glowing coals You wore a path The words on your tongue A mechanical song Your face is lined With disappointment Oh white matter mind What have you got to say? Reasons combine To force you away You’re moving on You solved the problem And who can blame ya You’re safe in here Inside your castle In Mythomania Cold crescent moon On a red cross It’s happening soon It’s coming for us Oh white matter mind What is there left to say? Reasons combined To force you away No telephone No television No news that drain ya You’re safer here More atmosphere In Mythomania You caught belief Like some disease No words can save ya Cuz you’re all alone You’re on your own In Mythomania