So here is what I'm left with
stuck on the bathroom floor...

There is a stranger
That stumbles beneath...

At young age
I wandered into the wood...

I came to you
As a come down...

There is a place
Where chameleons go...

I have cascaded
Into the darkness...

These hands were carved by a stranger
Laid out in a delicate fashion...

Rest assured mere child's play
Quick feet that move, but never dance...

Are you as happy as I am?
Cause I'm settled in this burning skin...

According to death you end on a key
Beyond the possibilities man could ever discover...

She lays the bible on her chest, to give reason...

Life, the fear of, it's all another excuse to stay...
Having so much to achieve...