In a world of make-believe
Off my game with heavy feet
It is getting hard to breathe
Carry on now
My skin is not fitting me
Nothing’s really what it seems
Yearn for solitude and dreams
Hold the line now
Stumbling in a raving dance
Trying to follow their commands
Bowing to demanding hands
Let me be
Like a puppet in their play
Bound by invisible chains
Rushing slowly against time
Set me free
Deluded by my cotton candy skies
They are tearing, grabbing, pulling, pushing
me from every side
A weaver of their dreams to feed upon
Everybody wants something from me
The hunger lives on
