People like you
You live in a dream world
You despise the outside
And you fear you're the next one

It's in your dream
There's just one question
Should I kill?
Or should I be left behind?

Sick and tired
Of all [bad word] 
This is the hour
We bring it down

 [bad word] to realize
Every little glimpse, you fade
I was told that I could fly
When least expected, cloud connected

You seem to be
So introverted
 [bad word] we fail?
With all that is given?

You crossed the line
You remembered my name
 [bad word] backwards
As we're heading that way