| A twisted crash… vibrations forming my personal currency | 
| A lifeline… a sweatbox, the linear mind as one | 
| Who would have thought? | 
| This distant face… | 
| Distant life… never before seen | 
| Deep sleep in deep sea | 
| Nerves are torn from their ends | 
| Distant life… never before seen | 
| Deep sleep in deep sea | 
| Nerves are torn from their ends | 
| It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand | 
| Carved out of improper materials… imperfect directions | 
| A crushing sound soon awakes | 
| Where am I? | 
| The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life… | 
| A crushing sound soon awakes | 
| Where am I? | 
| The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life… | 
| The life I fled… the grip I loosened | 
| It has all caused an even pressure. | 
| The kind they show us on our screens | 
| I’ve become what I’ve force-fed my entire life… a drifter’s dream… | 
| a loner’s mind | 
| Wanting what they have… their perfect smiles and heartless lusts | 
| On night four, they come back | 
| Awakening a new life | 
| Over and over… like I’ve been there before | 
| Living and breathing, but still choking | 
| A mirror stares back. | 
| I contort like the wheels in my head… | 
| On night four, they come back | 
| Awakening a new life | 
| Over and over… like I’ve been there before | 
| Living and breathing, but still choking | 
| A mirror stares back | 
| Still nothing happens. | 
| Please wake up | 
| I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin | 
| The soft touch of your hair | 
| Your breath I breathe in | 
| I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin | 
| The soft touch of your hair | 
| Your breath I breathe in | 
| I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin | 
| The soft touch of your hair | 
| Your breath I breathe in, breathe in | 
| The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness | 
| I’m awake… a daydream… alone. | 
| Silence | 
| This is the last few years rolled into one instance | 
| I need something new | 
| I jerk back in and out of a daydream self | 
| A backwards day… water surrounds | 
| A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin | 
| I jerk back in and out of a daydream self | 
| A backwards day… water surrounds | 
| A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin | 
| The midday siren awakes what was a false idea of sleep | 
| Daydream society. | 
| Walking past what we used to see | 
| Beginning again | 
| Beginning again | 
| Walking into a certain state of… | 
| Walking into a certain state of suffocation | 
| Walking into a certain state of suffocation | 
| Walking into… | 
| Confusion surrounds… day after day | 
| The questions I face… the dealings I deal | 
| Do I complete me? | 
| Do I complete humanity? | 
| This day will determine it all | 
| Mirror stares back again. | 
| I contort like the wheels in my head… | 
| Still nothing ever happens. | 
| Please wake up | 
| Mirror stares back again | 
| I contort like the wheels in my head… | 
| Still nothing ever happens | 
| Please wake up |