Look at you all

Clutching your guitars

As if it makes a differenceTo who you really are

Does the picking of a string

Stop the ticking of the clock?

When will this curtain fall?

How did you carve that psalm?

I′m sorry but your intellect

Is really not that sharp

You're drowning so you plagiarize

What you wish to become

In a stone masquerade so cold

What′s real?

About this story?

What's real?

Am I safe?

Am I safe to be alone?

When all around are lost

Consumed by my indifference

And left to count the cost

Of all the bleeding hearts

Who suffered you because you told them

You told them you were someone

What's real?

About this story?

What′s real?

About this picture?