Yearning

Strange voices speak to me
Is it true? How can it be?
Hidden under my bed
Something's creeping up my bed

Strange people, strange places
Change their feelings, change their faces
Shades of grey in the night
You know I'm freezing inside

I thought I saw
It was a product of public relation
? moved
It was a spasm of my imagination
Finally I open my eyes
They're waiting for me in filthy disguise
I saw chameleons keep their place
What a beauty, what a grace

Paralyzed on the left
Cutting my brain
Sensory area
Ribbed with pain
Ribbed with pain

Definition shifting
Segregation ? with ?
Helpless among the helpless
Skull fission
Provoke me
We've got bullets
Bullets