Dead-alive

walked away from the scene, people were passing thru, can't even hear the crash of  a coach
leafletting made me down, even forced me to turn my way home
can't raise a head, straight into the shaft
door open, door close; door open, door close; heart opend, heart closed

imagine all the world, so many things let you embarrassed, tryin' to escape,
there's no way out, you can just stay in that refuge house, the house where you don't have to be a man
takes long time to transfer to a steady stage,
just wanna spining in the reverse direction of this vortex