When I'm real will I heal above? 
When I'm real will I bleed enough? 
When I'm real will I feel in love? 
Feel love?

Chill upon the ice, 
Leave before my eyes, 
Will there be a last time? 

Oh!! The art of misdirection has led me into the afterlife 
Parting with love and hate. 
My very essence has been used against me to obscure this unearthly passage. 

Reaching for the one, creation's hand denies me, 
Dividing 
Beyond the plane I know, into the emptiness break the code, 
In bereavement's throes, violently alone.

Falling eternally, 
I fall within the light 
I gone? 
Deep inside hadean walls I spawn 
And see it all
I feel in love, I feel love

When I'm real...