| 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 | |
| This day never seems to end, this rage | |
| I can not let go | |
| I hear them calling, | |
| I feel them gnawing out holes | |
| All through out our 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 | |
| I hear them calling, | |
| I feel them gnawing out holes | |
| All through out our flawless souls | |
| Now every face, it looks familiar, then every face would melt away until | |
| Now everyone, do you know | |
| I know your deception? |