My poor head remains
in the static terrains
as the wave hits my brain

Your eyes so kind
runs through my mind
and reality is left behind

If there is a way to know
what is real and what is not
Please tell me so
Don't leave me here to rot

The silhouettes are here
to posion me with fear
and bring me down in despair

Stripped of all sense
and caught up in decadence
there is no more interference

If there is a way to feel
what is true and what is false
Tell me it's for real
that someone heard my calls

The constant movement is driving me insane
There is no way to move in this static terrain

Failing to the reasons of why we must exist
I hide from all the others in the safety of the mist