One igloo rest he
Toy have rotten and grave bound...

It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality...

She’s hiding away from you,
Behind the bathrooms locked stall...

I look at you, but yet I see an outsider,
never are you the same person twice...

Someone lays in the lonesome dark,
trying weakly to heal their scathed body...

The wind howls like a shrieking banshee
the night thick and muggy, misty...

Rancid fumes rise,
Urine and puke the culprits...

There was this girl,
the one you never knew...

Screaming through the flames,
children are told they are the ones to blame...

Dead but not dead,
back from utopia...

There is this girl,
Lying in insecurity...

Look deep inside your thoughts,
in places I cannot hear or speak...