Play that nightmare where iâ€™m disregarded as a dream,
something fictionless, a thing colder than an angelâ€™s death
Thrust wisdoms from your tongue; true, dirty and unredeemed
Iâ€™m compelled to describe you but iâ€™m forced out of breath
How can this be, when kittens have become monsters mean?
Who made these rules
that donâ€™t let me flee
These thoughts are cutting me
but never cutting me free
No need for imagination â€˜cause this is bigger
No need for salvation (fools shouldnâ€™t be saved)
lifeâ€™s placing one thought in front of another
â€¦one emotion after another.