White [Wonderful World]
Somnambulism all the way,
the same story each night and day.
You were wearing white, and you almost looked like you
were clean. But it was a thin disguise.
You're only in a room
as small, unnoticeable as your own body, but
your misery's exumed; it shows.
And now you've been shot.
Did it ever imagine, that darkly wound mind,
the pure terror?
And now you're resigned, just like you always were,
to lie, forsake your life,
just like you always did.
You were wearing white, and now you
wear the filth, and the blood
that was lurking inside you.
You're trapped now. But do you see?
Did this trap show? You always were.
You mean nothing, and you always were
meant to die.
Scream.
