[Spoken Verse: Bray Wyatt]

Sometimes it feels just like a dream

The weaving out and in between

What you really are and what they see

Staring into blurry screens

You learn to love the reverie

To disassociate from suffering

To build your own reality

A headjack into fantasy

The deepest darkest dopamine

Autonomous, sublime, serene

Our disinfected new machine

The ones we love, the air we breathe

Polluted by a new disеase

It stalks us down but we cannot hide

So draw thе curtains and close your eyes

Open up

And let it back inside