Dust swirls in the breeze, pink rays lick concrete,
Cold smells crawl out the tunnels.
It's the beginning of another day, another day.

Oh, I know it's not real, I just know what I feel
Oh, I know it's not real, I just know what I feel

Sucking up another volume of this blood red poetry.
Well, my lies keep on fading dried out in the sticky rain.
Like a crushed piece of flesh on the boiling motorway;
No beginning like the end: the great,
Grand end with your face in the sand.

Oh, I know it's not real, I just know what I feel
Oh, I know it's not real, I just know what I feel