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