my dream me (birth control)

dead, finally out of today's reality

entering anew, the real me (just the me now)

this is all we all dream to be, in the place 

we actually all dream being

who are you there? the you you are do you see them?

what do you accept, while dead and busy chasing death?

you don't want to know who you are there

maybe you shouldn't know what you're doing there

but you're doing it and understand

you'll never stop doing something (do it, forget it)

do not do what you think is good for you

don't stop and follow what you can not true lee-doo

fuck man, now i'll tell you what i'd just do. but only

what's left of a trip i'm bound to redo, fuck yes

total recall of true-lived past life phantasm

beat 'em all in one outta infinite mind-mazes

amazed, early sun lost in front of the future doors

there's below but i'm analyzing from above and it goes

fast and i'm going somewhere but not everywhere

i'm just living and two eyes closed make the third one blow

the camera, third view shows a reflected picture

agressively (?) attempting to control my physical despair

and in an urge, like in most of my favorite games,

i shut them all, wipe each by one of these shadows

except the last, captured by the real beast

tied and weakened i'm here to open them all

nearing the end, my raging blood takes the controls

i am blood

and i am seeking for control

you're my target

and that's where i reach the final role

i will die, and i am dead once and for all,

for a ghost

without father and for no son