This resides the key that hides, inside my mind I keep.

I hid' it well, just like my cares. Inside my mind you'll see.

Past the door and the sliding chair that once or maybe still sits.

The open door on the right, the up high sliding door is back real far.

The things you want, and the things I keep. If you know then you can have.

All the wants' are the only thing. The void is never too wide, and you are always too sad.

Now if known, come take back all the things I've had.

(nothing is kept, nothing sacred, nothing loved, nothing sick, nothing forever, nothing is kept.)