Buried...
Changed, rearranged, deep inside.
This still life. Inside, inside.
Creeping towards, further down, inside.
And the self... Itself...
And it's mine..
Mine...
Peril... And it's life.
Burn...
And it's mine.
Lies...
This rage taken... back inside.
Nothing, nothing left inside.
Human, human in dreams.
What's to be... Keeping this real.
Me... Real to me.
This life.
Life...
What is life?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing...
Real.
Stay, stay like sleep. Fantasies
Nothing, nothing is what it seems. To you, what it seems.
You, you, dead kid...
In your streets.
Run, across the linez.
That's in mind.
Real, real.
What is real.
You, you, dead kid.
Burning, burning...
In these streets.
These...
dead...