"If death is what it seems, why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams? Fear of understanding, the Devil's running his course, pitchers not receivers, it's coming straight from the source, remorse. as this time becomes a factor, minds full of greed exposing your benefactors, benefactors, pace backwards, everybody is superficial, only breaching the surface, Surface, upon the earth, Flames engulf the earth."
Note: This may not be X's first song, since he had a history of deleting songs.
