despite the strength it always takes to wake before the day just breaks i sleep inside a ghost press bed and strap myself inside my head
instead of looking backwards i forget to log my history repeat the dreams stuck inbetween suspend the width of disbelief
i claim to care that i am free there's nothing real to all my needs below the surface you shall see a high tech low life way beneath
as i try to understand why i can't rely on DIY i'll trace my face all over mine and hope that i will multiply
everything i see, it pertains to me in a shallow way, i begin to breath i tune out the world and i'm self aware see me sit and stare but i'm not really there
i never wanted it to end like this but it just seems you've missed the theme of the story you all rely on a myth in the sky so thats why i insist you ignore me