In a cool cool room,
a room without a window,
a door is there to enter,
enter into Neverland
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing,
something's coming
Tonight I go under to see,
what shape my watcher will be
Tonight I go under to see,
tonight I bleed
In a vacant dormitory,
the floors are made of wood
The plaster tells a different story
A quiet boy climbs into noise
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing,
something's coming
Tonight I go under to see,
what shape my watcher will be
Tonight I go under to see,
tonight I bleed
The man with the truth chair,
he found a river that runs there
It starts in the East, it runs to the West,
and every human drinks from it
Tonight I go under to see,
tonight I bleed
All the way this time
All the way this time
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing,
something's coming
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing,
something's coming
something's coming