Can you see
what am I now...

What is that thing after physical death?
Where are you going after your last breath...

I was living in illusions of mine
All wasn't so well, but seemed so fine...

Astonishing wind is blowing through my head
Because my room has no walls and no bed...

My water-tower was blown up,
at the top...

Living through all my past lifes
Regreting every new day...