Moving with the grace of night
Reaching - grasping for the light
Running - try to catch my breath
Falling down - theres nothing left
Is it all inside of me?
Is it all that you can feel?
Is it real?
Breathing through a plastic bac
Eyes are burnt and skin is scabbed
Senses gone and fingers peel
Wounds just bleed and never heal
Try to sleep but it dont come
Fluid pumped into my lungs
No sense of touch - no way to feel
How can I tell if this is real?
If this is real?
Coming back around again
Greeted by a blackened grin
Open up - theres something wrong
The taste of metal in my tongue
Mothers back - no need to fear
Cover me - so I cant hear
Soiled cloth around my face
Take me to a better place
No sense of touch - no way to feel
How can I tell if this is real?
If this is real?
The television in my head
My monitor keeps going dead
Communications breaking down
Theres bodies lying all around
Touching the forbidden flesh
I want it all and nothing less
Wasted limbs and fingers peel
How can I tell if this is real?
If this is real?
Tortured hands dont lose their grip
Pulling til my muscles rip
I pray to God my soul to take
