: I spiral down the mountain Sandcastles built in my head I spiral round confusion Seeking answers instead And in my illusion Echoings of words that
: I grip my mind around an existence of liquid that seems to invade my lungs and mind like salt. I hold on Loosing ground to the things that matter
: Emptiness can be so heavy Vacant souls try to fill the holes with money All the hypocrites selling all the lies labeled cure Medicated and sedated
: Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from
: This space between you and me Is more distant than it seems I'm frozen in reality The space between world and dream I know reality I know reality
