I think to myself; it's only a dream
But, God, the connection is real that brings me here
What did I do to deserve the place that I'm in
Did I sin?
It's so dark down here I can't see a thing
I'm so stiff, so numb, I can't feel a thing
My legs, my hands, my body is so cold
Am I old?
They laugh at each other and wallow about
In the slime of the depths of forgotten meaningless rhymes
Even the quiet of voices of people that heal
Think I'm real
Through shades of depths of madness I hear
The violence of the people that talk without fear
For they know that I've gone
They're glad that I'm not coming back
Am I black?
But, God, the connection is real that brings me here
What did I do to deserve the place that I'm in
Did I sin?
It's so dark down here I can't see a thing
I'm so stiff, so numb, I can't feel a thing
My legs, my hands, my body is so cold
Am I old?
They laugh at each other and wallow about
In the slime of the depths of forgotten meaningless rhymes
Even the quiet of voices of people that heal
Think I'm real
Through shades of depths of madness I hear
The violence of the people that talk without fear
For they know that I've gone
They're glad that I'm not coming back
Am I black?