Fear, a feeling, is it real?So nostalgic too, it just puts the dark on youAnother sand down, the hands of oil are peelingAnd from the sun, restraint to just throw the shade on youAnother cell now is a chance to,is attempt to, and is trying to recallBut you're never going to touch meAnd if I ever manage to get out,it's all this waking life... just drags me down
A life spent uneasy, in pieces, always in pieces hereA life rent completely, release me away from fever dreams
Fear, a friend, without context it's reeling..you're never going to pay enough to do rightThe veil is a thread and now it's raising likethe tension of a string that just plays the note highAnd if I ever really make it out it'sall this waking world that drags me down
A life spent uneasy, in pieces, always in pieces hereA life left, release me away from fever dreams
You're sleeping in the glass room,in the glass house is a memory now... is a memory to meDon't you know this shift's real?You move to lay your body down,the hands of oil are like some small machinesNever knowing how to feel,pushing air inside your tired mind and sleeping itTrapped in fever dreams
