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I was born in the middle of a war.The hospital was the last thing to fall out,Located on the dark end of where a street used to be.It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyardPut android snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber. Shot full of uppers, downers and all roundersThe walls are created white with silver, red and blue lining The colours were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future,A better tomorrow, instead we got this.The dream was at once flown from the IVsWould pump you full of heavenly metalsThat personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better.The 23rd dimension, was where I came to.My coma in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted.I kept trying to get out, but it always happens,The second our waves overlap.I try to connect hands with her, But she pushes me away,Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky;It is always behind her.These holes hover over all of us,Maybe it's a sign...I wake up thirsty yet againTo the floods of acid rainLetras de cancionesFrustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually function with.I think she feels it too,Even though she is hesitant she keeps showing up. It's not my dream anymore, It's oursx5No longer content with the dream,But since made only to disappeared objects,I need to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth.I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams,But they're all I have.A cosmic force, of a forgotten elementkeeps the dreamlike solutionOf the perfect dream, the one that may never arrive.The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nursesTry to harmonize my future.They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer haveIcicles fall from the ceiling, Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there.What am I doing here?Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much worseThat I will soon taste.Will I ever know of another place, or should I stay?Will I ever get to feel any other place?For now my mind may paint other landscapesBut my feet only know of this decay. So I bask in it. If I've learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this: Things may worsen at any given moment,So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn apart.By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a headBut next I could only have me dreaming of such luxuriesI often think of pulling the plugBut I've heard it only gets worseThe ancients tell me to enjoy this hellBecause it's angelic compared toDoor number 23. From Letras Mania