How can it be that everything around me *is a dream ?
I sleep and delusions is all I see.
Wake me up. Wake me up.
Is it some kind of synesthesia I created ?
So I see the voice and taste the view ?
A thousand eyes watch me die,
While a billion toungues lick my arms.
What I see isn't what I get for none of those is else but dead.

Why can't the end be thrown right to my face
When I'm ready to endure its pains ?

And why does the sound of decay
must remain silent when I enter the
PLACE ?
Do I look too appallingly to you ?

What must be done - shall be done.
What must be shown, even blind must know.
If I can't hear then do I have my ears ?
If I cannot discover the world than what do I have to live for ?