Spiraling, and spiraling, and spiraling

Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality. But, there is, unseen by most, an Underworld, a place that is just as real, but not as brightly lit, a Dark side. The Dark Side is always there, waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us

Then someone shook him And he opened his eyes But his dreams have already taken over his mind He's yelling like somebody's causing him pain There's nobody there but the things in his brain