Mulling Over

Tell me what to do, tell me where to turn. I don't
know what's up. What's wrong? Tell me where
to run. Tell me where to hide. I know it's all
outside, but I'm in here and this will take some
time. There's no going back and brother I'm fine.

What's up? What's wrong? I've been here
before, never really left. Although, I've seen
the door, I can't leave. There's something
on my toes. I get it off. Here we go.

They're taking to the subways. Where do they
go? They're taking to the hallways. Why can't I
go? They pass me on the highways. Am I slow?

Make me understand, make me comprehend.
Baby, enough is enough. I can hear it's off.
I can hear it's bad. This shouldn't make me
sad, but I need this for reasons of my own.
There's no going back and brother I'm fine.

So what's up? What's wrong? I've been here
before, never really left. Although, I see
the door. I can leave. It's nothing I suppose.
Now that it's on, I'll wait for my attack.