Blank pause but chaotic messages run through my mind,
"I fucking hate this life",
I hate this stupid world and everyone in it and I remember slowly dropping,
Farther and farther away,
Away into my painted vibrant colors,
Onto my world wide television,
A TV where everyone can see me naked to the world,
To this deadly face appeal,
Slowly falling down the screen,
Melting into this blinding scene,
Rubbing in, fading away,
Always or never - I would have to say,
What is my choice? I really don't know,
Face these consequences and dance below,
This certain dirty level faces the past,
How did I end up with this fake mask?
Why can't I face all these people?
Is it a dream or something too real?
Tell me this violence - Is it really affecting me?
Tell me something - Let me out of this dark screen!