Sent from God A holy visit I wake up in the night "What is it?" I'm startled and I'm cold And I believe that I have problems in my dreams I feel like
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
No conviction in your numb mind A hidden cell of chemicals Keep your soul on my projection Never turn on the camera Because I kinda like the blank way
