The wasted bark is his only support
The silver reflecting the moon...

Staring at the blood at my side
They’re looking at me and my ruby red tide...

My tie is skewed, my shirt is out
Strutting around, messing about...

I’m at the summit of such fears
I’m surrounded by seas of tears...

The gaping wound hurt me so much
But now I miss the pain...

Feel the vibes
Feel the jibes...

I’m sprinting, my legs are left behind
Not quick enough, more speed...

The ways I live by hunt me
I’m the fish at the end of the line...

The things you said are hurting and you know
The times you loved me seem so long ago...

I’m on the move
Everyone else sleeps...

I don’t know you
I don’t want you...

I stand watching myself do these things
As if from another’s eyes...