Again I saw the cliff face on the morning, Too steep by far, Too steep For me to climb; Again I saw the coal dust on the evening Where I would sink, Forever Down a mine. Again I saw the fears that would surround me The jail, the cell The keys I could not find; Again I saw the jailer who had bound me Within myself, The hell Within my mind. Awake, awake And waiting for the morning, So much to do, So much, So little time... No time to wait The pressures all are driving, I must away In manic race with time. Elate, elate The tensions still are rising; Balloons inflate Where thought leaves self behind. Escape, escape, Satanic peaks invite me Till time deflates The hell Within my mind.