• Tell me, tell me, how does it feel?
    Tell me, tell me, is this real?

    I can't see straight, but I can feel light on my skin.
    I know I've been asleep but how long has it been?

    There are roses growing out of this wall,
    petals break off but they do not fall.

    It's like gravity has left and is forever gone.
    What is this world? Where did it go wrong?

    My voice is like music, I sing instead of speak.
    I haven't eaten in days, but I'm strong not weak.

    I can't see any colours, but I think my eyes are green.
    It's like I'm in a movie, with a forever tragic scene.

    I can't take this silence, it's a perfect torturous weapon.
    But it works so slowly and so effective like a light dose of venom.

    My fingers drum on walls of mud,
    knuckles pale with the lack of blood.

    It's just a beautiful sound,
    especially with nothing else around.

    Piano tunes just swarm into my head,
    and I'm seeing fake visions of a warm soft bed..

    I'll just play along and sleep and maybe never wake up,
    but as soon as my eyes close this whole world breaks up.

    I just can't follow this fast enough,
    simple roads become so rough,

    Change happens with a blink of an eye,
    and all I can do is speed up with a sigh.

    One of disappointment as nothing will go right,
    but a story of lies will at least shed some light.

    'We're here for a reason.' so that means we have to go on?
    But how is this gunna happen? How the hell can we hang on?

    This is with piano keys, playing tunes to the lies we spin.
    Adding more drama as we continue to 'sin'.

    But who says we are? Who says it's even true?
    How do we know if our beliefs are not askew?

    We could just be a story, being told to a child in bed.
    And all the thoughts we think really aren't in our heads.

    And everytime we want to dance, we're just avoiding being a target,
    afraid the world will crash down and turn the floor a bright, liquid scarlet.

    Just like fire and a sharp and icy knife,
    we're scared or encouraged... It's just piano keys and life.