Beneath the smoke
      If you could hear me breathe
              You'd understand
             Your name perfectly
                      Bleeding through the quiet
        Like it had never been there

And beneath the smoke
      You'd watch me change
               Fornicating with the demons in my head
      Seizuring internally staring at the grass
    Seeing things you couldn't
                    Beyond the thin veil of reality

   To say its okay would be inaccurate
      I've seen how it really is beneath the smoke
        And okay would be inaccurate