The shape of your head is a twist of the truth,
  The skulls on these walls, are they connected to you?
  The stars are like eyes climbing out of a mist,
  The temperatures rise like an easter morning sun,
  Its not something you learn its just something you do,
  And sometimes I wonder whether my other half is you.
    Cause I am only half, of what I am,
  And half of that is what, the lies can do,
  Where the rest is, I don't know,
  And I'm not sure if I wanna know.
    Back on my own, it took me this long,
  To scale to the top of this (grassy/misty) mountain side you're on,
  But now I can see where its all been leading to,
  The skulls on these walls, how they're connected to you,
  Walking with you down a slippery slope, and you said,
  "If I was the sun, you'd be the world I'd shine onto."