Hope unkown. 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 will not let go. I hear them
calling. 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 ceased to feel they're alone inside of 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?