The Real 歌詞

I've been swept away with a violent brain storm With the constant pounding scream of pain Outside my window pane The night is waiting, anticipating You to light a candle for me Too much to conceal, too much of the real Too much reconstruction That's why I fear the morning Challenging the night for twilight Calling me its victim For it always makes me feel the real I felt the chance come on It felt like I was dying Avoiding the sentence Of waiting for a second chance I hope you don't mind if I don't find Comfort in your brave new world I'm out of the race I'm out of the line I'm out of words to call mine I've been swept away with a violent brain storm With the constant pounding scream of pain Outside my window pane I hope you don't mind if I don't find Comfort in your brave new world I'm out of the race I'm out of the line I'm out of words to call mine