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. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end. This pain, never. This day never seems to end. This rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name. I feel them gnawing out holes, all throughout my flawless soul.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones. I fear that, I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel, that they're alone inside this place. I am the misplaced.
Now every face looks familiar, found every face would melt away until, now, everyone, do you know, I know your deception.
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