Puzzle Two

Lights from operating floors Buzzing above Scrambling all my thoughts Banging at my bell Maybe I'm in Hell As I walk through the streets That bleed through houses in the night I'm longing a lift From a bumper car that missed me Through all senses seeping through the cracks Of the killing floor There's always a mystery There's always a mystery [Instrumental Break] So I break into puzzle pieces Leave in separate shapes It's a curse, but I insist A redoing, it's a retold tale And I feel something creeping in the night It's a half-gram soul There's always a mystery There's always a mystery