Bitter Pills (Cog)

Unaware of the model, I was taught to follow. Baptised through the grapevine, Rescued by a daydream, Back down where I, Found the open door. The open door, I was before. The open door. And from the maps that I'd followed, Came the thoughts that I'd borrowed. A bitter pill I swallowed, Cleaned my mind out, So I could explore. Plagiarised my reactions, All my life an abstraction, But if I'm more than memories, Makes me wonder, Who I was before. I was before, The open door. I was before. I know what I am, In this light I stand, Can I overcome, That space that time demands? Reincarnation, I'm back from everywhere, Know that I'll become, The thoughts that lead me there. Turned my back on the drama, And ostracised my karma, I threw away all my armour, Trying to find out, Who I was before. I know what I am, In this light I stand, Can I overcome, The time that space demands? Reincarnation, I can't remember, Who I was, Who I was!