Fantasy* and reality mixed in one.
You can't seem to find a way out.
Birds sing, deep blue up high in the sky.
Something's missing there but you try not to cry.

Denying the chance the world's not what you see,
you want to hide but also to break free.
Can't you see the one thing that's wrong?
It'll show you this is not where you belong.

The past holds your present,
it's in your mind but physically it's absent.
There are certain things that do not live
but you won't leave them, you want them to be here.

Just add a handful of salt to the cut
I promise you'll feel real, when actually you're not.
And you begin to distrust you own mind.
Filthy tricks it gives you make you soon blind.

So obsessed over things that don't exist anymore,
your warm tears crashing in the cold floor.
This is not your world, can't you see?
The extra piece in the puzzle is you staying here.

Memories of something you have never known,
but if you want to meet them your pulse must turn dead undertone.
Dreaming about something you'll never see.
May your lonely soul rest in agony.