Whiteout, Pt. III (Whiteout)

I‘m feeling like a snowflake inside a summer-storm

That‘s melting from the outside as I am sinking down

The center of a whiteout that I am standing in

And white dust settles down on my skin

It seems I cannot move

Inside this space without contour

I cannot make a step, all is surreal and I‘m not sure

where this leads me to and where it all comes from

I‘m stepping out of time but time moves on

If R-A-E-L‘s really real I cannot find it out

I can‘t see my cocoon instead I‘m covered with a shroud

My head is almost bursting my thoughts are spinning round

So finally it seems I‘m downed

I‘m crying, I‘m dying, I‘m shying away

The past, that I believe in is locked up in my head

The real life that I‘m looking at shows emptiness instead

Perhaps I have gone crazy perhaps I‘ve lost my mind

The whiteout is in front, approved and signed

I‘m crying, I‘m dying, I‘m shying away

I‘m crying, I‘m dying, I‘m shying away

I‘m crying, I‘m trying, complying now

I‘m crying, I‘m trying, complying now