Show me the word to call this weird state of mind
I wont be able to name it
Anomia
Short, straight roads
they're not the best way to get here fast
So take your time to find the right curve to turn
Beware of the signs, they'll lead you wrong
I've been trying to avoid these social costumes and half closed doors and useless keys to nowhere
I still prefer the dark nights than the white lies. The truth prevails as a white light if you keep holding tight