Reality is quite another thing, I pass

This room protects me from the risk of being judged

The jury: a bunch of waving-fingers mannequins

In the middle there's diverse, the misundestrood,

Their old latent freedom stuck.

Come take another bite

Of my skin

Won't you taste distress?

Imma tell nobody

When the world doesn't seem

Real to myself

Take another bite

Digest me

One again with all

A part of something.

Other people's life in windows

Mine in a cellar, down with the mold

I shut

Myself in,

(Make it!)

Lock the door down,

A little while

Maybe forever

Not

To be seen.

FRODO CAN SUCK MY DICK

Other people's life in windows

Down with the mold

Isolation

The solution

It seems

the only real

Deal.

Then fire ignites

His skin burns bright

Not the spark

Of knowledge

But destructive force

It eradicates the roots.

Mind-controlling

Coin-up

Machinery

Set to gather

Data

Of your life

Astonishing

Arousing

Psychedelic design

The man

In black

Is gonna make a visit

To plan

Your suicide