Real - GGFH

Moving with the grace of night

Reaching — grasping for the light

Running — try to catch my breath

Falling down — there’s nothing left

Is it all inside of me?

Is it all that you can feel?

Is it real?

Breathing through a plastic bac

Eyes are burnt and skin is scabbed

Senses gone and fingers peel

Wounds just bleed and never heal

Try to sleep but it don’t come

Fluid pumped into my lungs

No sense of touch — no way to feel

How can I tell if this is real?

If this is real?

Coming back around again

Greeted by a blackened grin

Open up — there’s something wrong

The taste of metal in my tongue

Mother’s back — no need to fear

Cover me — so I can’t hear

Soiled cloth around my face

Take me to a better place

No sense of touch — no way to feel

How can I tell if this is real?

If this is real?

The television in my head

My monitor keeps going dead

Communication’s breaking down

There’s bodies lying all around

Touching the forbidden flesh

I want it all and nothing less

Wasted limbs and fingers peel

How can I tell if this is real?

If this is real?

Tortured hands don’t lose their grip

Pulling 'til my muscles rip

I pray to God my soul to take