I don't know if I'm right or wrong, but I didn't do
Can't relate to ability, so much space and room in me
All the things that I can't believe, all the things that I can't conceive
Trouble mounting, under the sea

There's thoughts that I can find
Hidden deep inside my mind
Seems that every thing I saw
Are just memories left behind me now

I can't live with reality
Cut my chains and set me free
Try to believe everything I'm told
I don't buy, every thing I've sold
Til [?] I'll be passing by
All the pain, and all the strife
Trouble mounting, Friday 13

Those memories seem so tall
When I [?] to learn them all
Wished [?]
Call on me

It's Friday on the 13th!