Hope unknown, sometimes just waking is surreal. I pass right through the nameless ones. I know that hope's unknown, sometimes the water feels so real.
Now, peel the skin back from the flesh. Steal the flesh back from the starving static minds. From nature we must stray, to clarity we'll climb. . Deadly impulse seems so natural.
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see. All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink.
Once there was a boy who had vibrant glow. But as it goes, someone took it from him. One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan. He said, will you wrap your arms around me?.