you feel the nearness of compulsion
slow creeping fear inside of me
no reason, to escape the a**ault
no reason, to break with the world
no more twisted illusion, or are they real
born to a second illusion, to k** yourself
white gallery
no reason, to escape the a**ault
no reason, to break with this world
why don't you pull me to d**h
take my hand and rescue me
escape from an obstinate memory
illusion of d**h comes slow
remember yourself in fear
distortion of life so near
it'd be the wrong way to fall
burried in my own privacy
locked out from humanity