You have left the day
Sudden collision, a wound of faith
It hits the brain, distortion of sight
Dismission of light, amnesia sets in
They tear up your frame
They cut your parts away
Slowly, daylight comes in
Back from nowhere, confusion sets in
Lost in the alley, searching for grip
Checking your body, those stitches are real ?
Those stitches are real ?
They're real. . . . . .