The man sits in a room alone
With pure white walls surrounding
Slowly blood trickles down in pools
From the ceiling he's drowning
Orange, yellow, green and blue
The room a spinning kaleidoscope
The man just sits and watches
As he comes to the end of his rope
Now the room is spinning, swimming
At an alarming, yet tantalizing rate
Sadly, though, the man doesn't know
That this is to be his fate