I see him within my mind and it’s clear
What I am.
fragment I can’t escape ‘cause he’s here,
Who I am.

The bullets I put in him, they’re inside
Who I am.
The proof of my inner sins, I can’t hide
What I am!

…….How can I even try to differentiate real
From un-real?
How I can I [bad word] again that 
That’s Hobbs -
And not Will?!

Somebody please help Will Graham before he loses all his sense of
Who he is and what he’s done.
What will he [bad word] 

Alana Bloom, please help him now – get him a brainscan, I don’t care how!
Someone needs to stop the moth – before it eats the cloth.

The fabric of dreaming space it reveals
What I am.
Hallucinations can tell you, Will, yet conceal
Who I am.

Waiting silent, like drawing straws, soon you’ll know
Who I am.
Pulling curtains, the fog will lift and I’ll show
What I am.

Somebody please help Will Graham before the elk has scratched too deep and [bad word] him so thoroughly – yet done so casually.

Alana Bloom, please help him now – get him a brain-scan, I don’t care how!
Someone needs to stop the moth – before it eats the cloth.

Somebody please help Will Graham before he loses all his sense of
Who he is and what he’s done.
What will he [bad word] 

Alana Bloom, please help him now – get him a brain-scan, I don’t care how!
Someone needs to stop the moth – before it eats the cloth.

Before it eats the…………. cloth.