The crawling nightmare,
which pursues me to and fro,
I gladly accept.
I fly through the air on a winged horse,
Now I watch the world fly by.
Summoning my inner joy and remorse
And my life and soul pass by my side
Nicking my arm and leaving its stain
I feel like leaping, yet I restrain
Taking it all in, every last drop of pain
Yet I am only in my padded room again.