Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I walk right through the nameless ones. I know that hope's unknown. Sometimes the water feels so real. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning. This day never seems to end. This pain, never. The rage I can not let go. I hear them calling my name. I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls. So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones. I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel that they're alone inside this place. I am the misplaced. Now every face, it looks familiar... then every face would melt away until... now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?