Stormy windows closed inside
All through my lonely lights
And real imagination crushed by the pain
There's no reason to go on
Beneath the real
I am nowhere at all
So unbearable
Beneath the real
Only scars of the night
Can kill the light
Beneath the real
Small lights of wisdom there
Covering my lazy nights
And little robots of thinking
Guiding my easy life
Beneath the real
I am nowhere at all
So unbearable
Beneath the real
Only scars of the night
Can kill the light
Beneath the real