Not much feels real to me
How could it when I am not real
I flow with the wind
I burn to ash
Once I'm given the chance
I am both mother, father
Child and adult
Demon, angel
Alive and dead
My ears are shut from the world
My mind is open
Now I hear everything
Everything they didn't want me to hear at first
You will be kept asleep because they fear your mind
- Stop trying blind me
