Moving with the grace of night
Reaching - grasping for the light
Running - try to catch my breath
Falling down - there's nothing left

Is it all inside of me?
Is it all that you can feel?
Is it real?

Breathing through a plastic bac
Eyes are burnt and skin is scabbed
Senses gone and fingers peel
Wounds just bleed and never heal

Try to sleep but it don't come
Fluid pumped into my lungs
No sense of touch - no way to feel
How can I tell if this is real?

If this is real?

Coming back around again
Greeted by a blackened grin
Open up - there's something wrong
The taste of metal in my tongue

Mother's back - no need to fear
Cover me - so I can't hear
Soiled cloth around my face
Take me to a better place

No sense of touch - no way to feel
How can I tell if this is real?
If this is real?

The television in my head
My monitor keeps going dead
Communication's breaking down
There's bodies lying all around

Touching the forbidden flesh
I want it all and nothing less
Wasted limbs and fingers peel
How can I tell if this is real?
If this is real?

Tortured hands don't lose their grip
Pulling 'til my muscles rip
I pray to God my soul to take