Innocent X کے بول

Is this real or is it a dream? I can't seem to tell the difference any more Caught between needing and the need to be real Your open arms gaping like a busted sore I turn and burn my back like a rack Your tourniquet twists me, dangerous red I breath in the air, it's pavement grey It shrinks my skin and I've done nothing wrong I drop to my knees and work my skin I feel this life pumping right through me Love and death die on the dirty floor Your upturned face doesn't even see This is all I'll ever have It's cos I don't know what I want But something's inside, something's inside Something's inside, but I've done nothing wrong They'll make a film Ask me the question I have the pleasure My voice is nothing My thoughts are nothing In many respects I'm like you Nothing I've done nothing wrong