The indulging thought of a blissful world, it seems, would never rhyme. And all I can dream of is a valium to send me to a languor state; to run away from the hassles of this leeched race; but most of all, to escape this mortal world to a place where emotions have gone cold. Perhaps the big guy got it all wrong, or perhaps it is in his time, but religion to me is faded, extinct through these eyes of mine. This labyrinth of emotions, this insecure mind, oh sweet valium, what would it take, to have you be mine.