Текст песни Kites - an Opening

I stumbled through the summer haze
and I came to a door haunted by a bittersweet smell.
I saw the old man weeping into the hands of the mirror
My organs hung like portraiture on the walls
made of my skin and my blood.
"What a dismal husk" cried the sky.
The ceiling collapsed and i felt
the gentle caress of pure destruction on my face.

Everything was happening so fast, that I was forced to ask
'Is any of this real or am I just living a series of eclectic dreams and nightmares?'
Somebody tell me that this is real.
Somebody tell me that I am.
Somebody tell me that I exist.
Tell me that I exist.