Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I pass 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.
This day never seems to end.
This rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes,
all throughout my flawless soul.
So alone.
Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that, I alone
fear those who finally ceased to feel, that they`re alone inside this place.
I am the misplaced.
Now every face looks familiar,
found every face would melt away until,
now, everyone, do you know, I know your deception.