Bed sheet fortress,
Pillow case masks...

Flicker off the lights;
Realize you'll never be whole again...

It's hard looking at the past
Knowing we'll never get it back...

Sometimes the last words never said
Are the ones stuck in your head...

Looking through this mirror as if it's a window,
What I see isn't me, because im trapped in this...

These cobwebs around him represent the new,
And the old is symbolized by the same plain color...

Incept a town crafted
In my unseen perception...

For all those people who like to kill Bugs:
Imagine Jesus crying at the last supper...

I've got a lock on the key chain
From every single one of them...

Paranoia in my head;
Brain dead...

I grab my little black book,
And a new outlook...

A broom sweeps away the dust,
The wind carries on its words...