Persian Song

In a cool, cool room
A room without a window
A door is there to enter
Enter into Neverland
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing
Something’s coming
Tonight I go under to see
What shape my watcher will be
Tonight I go under to see
Tonight I bleed
In a vacant dormitory
The floors are made of wood
The plaster tells a different story
A quiet boy climbs into noise
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing
Something’s coming
Tonight I go under to see
What shape my watcher will be
Tonight I go under to see
Tonight I bleed
The man with the truth chair
He found a river that runs there
It starts in the East, it runs to the West
And every human drinks from it
Tonight I go under to see
Tonight I bleed
All the way this time
All the way this time
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing
Something’s coming
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing
Something’s coming
Something’s coming