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