While you make pretty speeches, I’m being cut to shreds.

You feed me to the lions,a delicate balance.

And this just feels like spinning plates.

I’m living in cloud cuckoo land.

My body is floating down the muddy river.

It’s too much.

Too bright.

Too powerful.

I’m on your side.
Nowhere to hide.
Trapdoors that open; I spiral down.

You’re living in a fantasy world.

I’m lost at sea, don’t bother me; I’ve lost my way.

You’re living in a fantasy world, this beautiful world.

I don’t wanna hear it.
I don’t wanna know.
I just wanna run and hide.

This is just a nightmare, but soon I’m gonna wake up.
Someone’s gonna bring me ’round.

This is a warning, four minute warning.

The end of the cinema
Into the darkness
The usher escort ya to ya fortune
Morphin’ into the final solution
Might be gruesome
Depending on your contribution
Your vision gets clear and translucent
Witnessing your own video revolution

And it rained all night and then all day, the drops were the size of your hands and face.
The worms come out to see what’s up.
We pull the cars up from the river.

It’s relentless.
Invisible.
Indefatigable.
Indisputable.
Undeniable.

So, how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?

I can see you…
But I can never reach you.