Not very fun!

I pour the coffee,

read the morning paper

Just another Tuesday, fading like a vapor

Tie my shoes

and step out to the street

Walking to the rhythm

of familiar feet

But the sun is looking slightly out of place

And the clock is backward

on its face

And then the world

starts spinning too fast

Every shadow

is screaming at last The walls are bending,

the sky is turning grey And my normal day is slipping away

My reflection is staring back and grinning While the ceiling fan is

backwards-spinning

I try to run

but the floor is made of sand

Nothing here

that I can understand

There's a whisper in the static on the screen

The scariest thing that I have ever seen

And then the world

starts spinning too fast

Every shadow

is screaming at last The walls are bending,

the sky is turning grey And my normal day is slipping away

No way out, no place to hide It's catching up,

it's deep inside

(no, no,

no)

It's happening fast, it's happening now

Get me out, get me out somehow (help me)