The things I want; the things I feel
The things i want to be
The endless song; the bleeding soul
My lost insanity.

This part of my I'm forced to hide.
This part of me knows pain.
I find it where I lose myself;
This part of me's insane.

It frees me from what I once was
And what I'm forced to be.
From everything that tries to choke
The life-blood out of me.

IMAGINATION