Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I walk right through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.

Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.

This pain, never.
The rage I can not let go.


I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls.


So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the
voiceless ones.
I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel that

they're alone
inside this place.
I am the misplaced.

Now every face, it looks familiar...
then every face would melt away until...
now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?