~ Akira Yamaoka ~
I run, I fall, what ripped away.
Check my body now.
Was it body or soul?
The darkness fades. Fades to the light.
Disappearing now.
Disappears from the night.
And all these nightmares I once had
as a child,
the morning always came.
It came too late
What did my mind forget?
Forget to hide.
Could be the nightmare be still awake.
I don't know.
In or out, up or down,
never know its an illusion.
Round and round, on and on,
every day spins my confusion.
Not again, not again, not again
from this dream I can't awake.
What is real, what is real, what is real
it's getting hard for me to take.
What I need, what I need, what I need
a little something I rely
and the white sugar gently hides me.
Oh the sweet sugar saves me.
It's the room that confines me.
Confines me.
Sweet sugar.
Yesterday back and forth.
Broken door no longer opens.
Breaking down, need it now,
Mother's sugar always loves me.
Not again, not again, not again
from this dream I can't awake.
What is real, what is real, what is real
it's getting hard for me to take.
What I need, what I need, what I need
a little something I rely
and the white sugar gently hides me.
Oh the sweet sugar saves me.
It's the room that confines me.
I need you to explain this one to me. My take is it's reflections of negativity on childhood and that possiblya present experience in adulthood is evoking the memory to return..