Drained - James LaBrie

The air’s so thick

It blurs my vision

I can’t think straight

In this condition

This dim lit hall

Is stretching further

Not knowing

What I might discover

Through a door half open

A painted light bulb swings

Casting someones shadow

Reaching towards me

Something draws me here

Not sure

Feeling Drained

Still I am curious

Haunts me

Taunts me

Now I start to Gravitate

Remain composed

I hear some laughter

The darkness in me

Moving faster

A handle turned

A door is opened

Ashtrays

Cigarettes still smoking

And there again before me

The painted light bulb swings

And see I cast the shadow

The one I saw moving

Cannot catch my breath

Can’t cope

His face turns toward me

Can’t be

Not me

The man in the mirror

It’s all too clear

As I stood there

Acknowledged him

In reflective glare

I don’t quite understand

Why any of this

Is who I am

I’m damned cause I doubt

It’s part of me

Trick of the mind

Schizo you see

It’s like awakening

I’m in

Someone elses skin

Molds me

Holds me

Controlled

Left me Drained and empty

Transformed

Shifting

I peer inside

Like quicksand

You pulled me

Down deeper

All twisted inside of me