My creation, is it real, superstition, there's a feel, hypersensing details falling all between the lines, thinking back I wonder if I really don't have time. Soon I'm Coming Home, a vessel all my own, to attain eternal life, into the light [I tore off my face I don't want it back do not let me see it it will fade to black] I'm waiting, Still breathing, No longer worth deceiving This flesh decaying but my, heart's, still, bea-ting This goes, Far beyond you Stirring, Something untrue Smoke may clear, But I'm still here, And always will be part Of, You It's been a wild ride, I thank you for your time, peer deep into my eyes and see, I'm Joyous, to Be but I'm Still Here, and always will be part of you