Hope unkown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I walk right through
the nameless ones. I know that hope`s unknown. Sometimes the
water feels so real. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my
god, I`m drowning. This day never seems to end. This pain, never.
The rage I will not let go. I hear them calling. I feel them
gnawing out holes through flawless souls. So alone. Sometimes
I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that I alone fear those ceased to feel they`re alone inside
of this place.
I am the misplaced. Now every face, it looks familiar... then
every face would melt away until.. now everyone, do you know,
I know your deception?