Much beyond a simple narrative
Much beyond a simple verse
Once a bed, but
Now a coffin
Once a Taxi
Now a hearse
Between the lines
Live words unspoken
But speak them aloud
And the pattern's broken
Feel the fear
And fear the feeling
Look up at the ground
And walk on the ceiling
If your world
Could bend to your will
Would you want reality still?
So see the unseeable
Be the unseen
Be less than death
But more than a dream.
