Do not speak of boundaries, love
The further you're away, the more the intense the need becomes
The doubts are on parade
So pitifully human, hiding hunched up in the cold
Simply making up the numbers because I could not break the mold
There's no escape, so tell me just how is life since you crawled to the island?
The island of our dreams within
Into the arms of someone rude, a nail unzips your spine
It's biting on your tiny wrists and spinning you a line
Don't stand that psychic surgery
The legions of the damned are significantly worse than me kicking all that sand in my sad face on the island
The island of our dreams within
A demon seed's usurping mine, now what else can I choose?
From this wheelchair I will now resign, I shall not be excused
Of being such a cretin, with a sk** for self abuse
How is life out there on the island?
The island of our dreams within