Whats real, what is not
its a crazy old world
all the suden just cant believe the floor we are walking over
half of the time is real but the other is a mixture
between a dream and a nightmare
Its all shaking and crumbling
its the fear once again there is no safe place away to death
shes already there and you cant unplug yourself
detach your soul from your body to stop feeling
detach your thinking from your mind to stop reading everything around you
detach your eyes from the world you live in
Its not possible rip the heart and blow it away
its not possible to relax it will happen anytime again
next thing you know is you are not longer alive
Oh how I wonder why they find the time to stay careless
but sitting next to you and watch you get sicken
its my world shaking twice as the earth already moves
and Im desperately looking for a place to fly away
be able to remain without any care for anybody, anything
Most of all, I cant detach myself from you
watching you get sicken is my private hell where i sit and burn
providing things for you to get better,
in between prayers ,
in between silences and night walkings
bite to bite I finally detach myself from being me anymore.
