When I'm real will I heal above?
When I'm real will I bleed enough?
When I'm real will I feel in love?
Feel love?
Chill upon the ice,
Leave before my eyes,
Will there be a last time?
Oh!! The art of misdirection has led me into the afterlife
Parting with love and hate.
My very essence has been used against me to obscure this unearthly passage.
Reaching for the one, creation's hand denies me,
Dividing
Beyond the plane I know, into the emptiness break the code,
In bereavement's throes, violently alone.
Falling eternally,
I fall within the light
Am I gone?
Deep inside hadean walls I spawn
And see it all
I feel in love, I feel love
When I'm real...