Those wolfish stomachs are too deep for me
Futile thoughts aren't enough to feed
What's the worth in a smile
Hiding hostile and venomous teeth?
In this room the air is thinning
As I tremble at the knees of your sons
Dreams are a waste in the first place
Most dreams are forgotten.
Shadowed figures
This room of shattered mirrors
I can't rest in here
I've left this dream a thousand times