The Spectacular Illusion That Everything's Wrong

Staying Strong in the Absence of Hell, Just a Dirty Dream Away From Me

Under Stress, I Get the Best Déjà-Vus, After the World Just Crumbles Under Its Own Weight Like Some Evil Plant; My Soul Can Touch Heights When My Ego Explodes to Shreds; I'm Just a Little Kid, Still Trying to Learn How to Survive, Before the World Turns Red While It Burns to Metaphoric Smithereens