i dont feel like im really me no more they pulled me apart to see how i worked pulled it all apart so put me back together beyond the dream and in the sky a perfect day to live and cry nothing can touch you where you are on the ground and on the cloud wrong way round try again try again feel like grey space oceans of blue sinking in the quicksand the fog of you brings me down what do I feel if i fight the way im mad beyond the dream and in the sky a perfect day to live and cry the way that can be spoken is not the way the way of heaven benefits and does not harm the sage is bountiful and does not contend