People ask me questions I don't know
I sleep but I don't feel, and I don't show

Mirrors everywhere and now you see
Bleeding through the skin is not easy

I can feel my mind just leave the room
I will be born again too soon
Oh lady with your eyes so white
And skin that's been dead for years
So tell me is my fire gone?
Or should I follow the Sears?

The street lights flicker now
And the days of clouded skies
Children with no one there
And the nights of carnaged lies

How can I speak the truth to you?
Your mind goes through me so
Now I am six feet under
And my heart is no longer bone