They left me in this endless room I cannot see my face's reflection I’m on the tenters of the grace To get a fake happiness injection
I feel my body being ripped By blend of greedy recollections of a wreck The only jacket-friend I have Comforts and softly holds my hands behind my back
Naked on I’m naked on the floor Naked on I’m naked on
I keep on laying prone and fight With my unsound imagination I’ve got enough impostor-shrinks They dig my head with probes inception
Continuation is unknown But what I’m sure is I can’t stand this suffering The Jacket whispers: “Tear the grid and leave this dirty place, the trap they got you in!”
Naked on I’m naked on the floor Naked on I’m naked on
These yellow pills They make it worse I cannot sleep I’m crawling walls
Naked on I’m naked on the floor Naked on I’m naked on