If I keep having things snatched away from me, I'm going to go insane I've stopped breathing in the face of all these endings without end<br /> Enigmatic Feeling Must you keep taking things from me? I'm going to fall apart (the world's started to dissolve God descended and confronted me
"Who are you?" I followed the world split in two and set myself free It seems paper-thin, paper-thin (Is there only one god on the dividing line?) It's getting strange, getting strange, and you’ll suddenly be taken away from me
Frantic, frantic, is this complete suspension? In my heart that won't come into focus, Shake me, shake me, is this complete supsension? I can't even glance in the mirror