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?
