Disengaged Reality

Reminiscing of past and present Wadding through the swamplands Hiding from the ominous intruder Decieving the manic attempts Partly relying on the defenseless While still behind the strong Standing tall beyond the enemy's grasp Watching detailed movements Yeah, though I walk swiftly Amoung a violent crowd Carrying torches and pitchforks I'm empty handed and the victim sought How is it that they're blind to me I'm within their grounds They call my name and show my photo But still, they past right by As I run, beyond their hands Beyond the weapons' tips I walk right through a sword Yet, I'm not split in two I stand firm, unscarred, intact How is it that I'm alone in this By myself in a crowd of strangers Just because they search me out How is it that I'm alone here? The weapons aimed and held, but A faceless body lay among the crowd Hole forms as they step back and around This is my body that lies upon the ground Take me home, would you take me home I see my own blood dancing on my fingers My own self in my hands Eyes pouring a mirror in the sands An extinct personality's gone Mirror in the sands is empty Faceless escape of my own life My own fear a melody forgotten Lyrical injustice taken from this Breathing a song I'm singing As the blood dances on my fingers