Laying here in my cold bed, Trying to dream of the other side, A place where everything is possible, Where you can find peace, or anxiety. The fantasies start to take over, I feel this burden easing from my shoulders. I see clearly now... I see you. My body starts to tremble. Is it joy... or is it hatred? I am getting closer But I only see a shadow Like a fucking reminder. That your life is so hollow... You have to wake up eventually, Back to the filthy city. You need to face every day But I want to go back, Back where I have the same anxiety, Back to where I at least don't have to exist. Any longer... There... To the other side.