Chapter 1 takes place on empty canvases. And idle hands are silencing the oxygen. The clock keeps the beat, the sweat turns to beads. And the salt burns me alive, but my tears have all run dry.
Am I the one you see in your so-called nightmares?. Wake up and dance, dance to the beat of the drama. Since beggars can't be choosers, I'll play the victim while you play the fool.