You're washing away everything. The world means nothing to a dreamer. Theyre puppets on their strings on the TV screen. It means nothing to me, Cardboard believers in nothing.
Noticed the way you cut and move kind of reminds me. Of back in the day caught in my room running from myself. Digging for lights inside the hole of my heartache.
All other ground is sinking sand. A dying maze of desert land. Where darkness rules the heart of man. Till the sun shines light on him. . Lord of all, show You're strong.