I'm living in a mirror,
Some kind of strange facade.
None of it makes sense-
Just some twisted mirage.
My waking moments are trapped in a dream
What does this constant noise mean?
I can't focus, I can't think
This madness is quicksand and I can only sink
Almost rambling, scrambling for a piece of reality
But the words don't want to leave, fighting my sanity
It hurts to breathe, it hurts to be
My own worlds are trying to kill me
I am an exile, have been all the while
Plastering on my instant smile
Tears of blood are hard to beguile.