She said, why’s it like this unseen for what it is Why do we remain without objection? Answer’s so obvious but why is it just to us? When to most it offers no reflection
Is there anyone else alive out there? Bring it to me! I wanna know what it takes to wake from this nightmare
WHAT OF THOSE OF US WHO CAN SEE ARE WE SOMETHING DIFFERENT? OR ARE WE TO LEAD, DEFINE AND BELIEVE IN ALL THE FALLEN ONES
We have the gift of breath of thought and of memory But what has no price can not be valued I could not close my eyes and not see what it means And what is worse, I can’t explain it to you