From the safety of the Tele, we watch it all go down.
Not all… is truth or fiction, not all is swim or drown.
It’s kinda funny how it hits you, when we are all alone.
Beauty is just skin deep, but ugly goes to the bone.
You feel that the darkness, that roams in your own heart.
It is looking for a cuddle, but you come to rip apart.
Just try to face your demons and see the color of those eyes?
Just once try to calm your fears and listen to your lies?
You may never get there, maybe like the land of Nod.
Where Cain is still searching, in the shadows seeking God.