W-E-L W-E, W-E-L- W-E, W-E, W-E-L- W-E-L W-E W-E-L W-E W-E W-E-L W-E-L W-E I don't write memories I crash symphonies of pain I don't like where I have to go So in my own world I remain Had to give up a part of me Just to rekindle the flame Every day is the same But now you're gone So I run to the valley of the winding wilts Sit and tell secrets to the empty hills Drown my sins in the mud and filth I'm okay here I lie under trees in the silent forest Where the birds pack me with their resounding chorus The sky is reaching me like a friendly tourist I'm okay here W-E-L W-E, W-E-L, W-E, W-E-L My mind's a trove of contradictions I write recollections pertaining to my conditions I envision my syndromes to be somewhat explicit The world is moving forward But I'm stuck in remission So I sit and I ponder I wonder for the other side What's going on? We're taking a celestial ride Extensive sequences The code behind existence My obituary kickin' Time to cease transmissions And then I W-E-L W-E, W-E-L, W-E-L W-E-L, W-E-L, W-E-L W-E-L, W-E-L, W-E-L, W-E-L.