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?