Persian Song Lyrics

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 nothing
Something's coming
I try to separate the real from the unreal
They run together into nothing
Something's coming

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