Nevermind the confusion,
Just keep moving on like you always do.
Nevermind the pain,
No one feels it quite like you do.
Nevermind the outside,
It isn\'t real anyways.
Crash and burn upon my waterless seas,
With hollow eyes,
And a dead soul,
The body lays sleeping.
Cold to touch,
The frost bites anyone whom dares to disturb the body from it\'s rest.
Before it wakes,
Lungs filled with air,
The hollow eyes awaken,
But it\'s not real.
Reality is Distortion.