There's really nothing here to see.
Even darkness glows if you compare to what's inside.
So hold your horses for a while.
I see a light, the other side.
PINCH ME, PINCH ME. I MUST BE DREAMING.
A cry for help, but no reply.
Just an echo repeating itself all over again.
It withers and it fades away, and falls into oblivion.
PINCH ME, PINCH ME. I MUST BE DREAMING.
Vacuum fills the empty space inside your head,
and replaces what's left to use.
When wisdom rears its ugly face, you're far away.
You're not even close.