Who are you in this dream
Who are you to me, in this bad scenery
Framed by frames
So much less saved
What's my name again
Is it nothing
Season lies
The tide's rising
Through all his life
It must be insanity
Turn me in to sleep, with just enough time to reach the sea
I kick so hard, drift out so far, now I can't be seen
I'll do anything to escape our dire reality
But...
I won't join hands
I won't make a stand
I'm content with lies and calamity
My champions guise
All my alibis, an opaque masquerade
To save my own skin
You sound to me, like an outdated/antiquated, over-rated drab "malady"