At night, assimilate life
In the infinite realm
Of our intrinsic side 

Find, the missing parts of the mind
The hidden [bad word] behind
Our dungeon of thoughts, this labyrinth 

Search, it has a reason and a meaning
Remembered and repeated
guide, not to be ignored 

Feel, there's so much to feel
Amnesia must confiscate an elusive link
to consciousness 

It's there; cause there's so much we don't know
Even our own [bad word] face
It's there, facing what we can't have 

Our ideals ain't [bad word]  naked and exposed
To the bareness of what's real
Boundless fantasy, [bad word] reality
As we breathe water [bad word] through the sand 

Whispers and a scream, flying high, falling down
And a face with no features or name
Exposed to live, we can only divine
Tell me, what's your reality?