Dream figure

lies ain't beautiful and the stains seem almost visible
and if I've fallen down again don't lift me up I'd like to taste my sin

rains, wash them all away

tears don't cross my face, the boy has vanished without a trace
and if you knew just where I'd been you'd notify my next of kin

pain, let me feel again
come and crack my head
so soon I'll pass for dead

games yell laughable, yours the same but not quite beautiful
and if fame burns me down again, don't pick me up I like my flesh my skin

rains, wash you all away
sickened found out gaze
broken wind down phase
pain, let me feel again
come and crack my head.