There is this feeling that leaves you crippled, straining for another breath.
There is this feeling that plunges sharply, deeper than any other depth.
I know this feeling by pulse, by every passing movement,
I know this feeling hurts, pain without improvement.
To label this feeling, oh how I could possibly describe this?
To label this feeling is to sink beneath the abyss.
Don’t feed the truth lies, don’t ruin what has been done,
Don’t feed the truth lies, you cannot unravel what has been spun.
Instead, embrace the inevitable that trancends these strange lands,
Instead, live in isolation ’til someone understands.