[intro, female humming] — [verse 1, male voice] I walk in a world crowded by people and still feel like a ghost. a world of success and failures but I keep my door closed. where celebrations raise a toast, and dreams of living by the coast. I suppose the world is filled with noise and I still worry over a choice… do I keep fighting or walk away? hurt myself or those around me? wait. everyone is eventually happy, so I guess I’ll wait for my date. it could be at eight, or it could be very late, I hate to wait and see cuz this pain is getting way too great. I fight the Deamons for some reason I can’t explain, a battle of myself while stuck in this lost dimension. [bridge female vocals echo] yeah yeah yeah [hook, female vocals] stuck in a lost dimension, looking through the glass again, everybody’s talking, but I don’t know what they said. stuck in a lost dimension, standing in a crowded room, everybody found somebody, I’m still waiting for the view. [verse 2, male vocals] I apologise I’m not a mind reader, sometimes it’s hard to read the room neither, I’m just a creature with a speaker hiding all the pain inside a giant freezer, I keep it hidden in the back, hoping it won’t fight back but it build up scenarios like I bought it from ikea and I do the worst thing, I take a step back and disappear. i got friends around me but the world feels silent… [whispered] am I really in their circle or are they around like a assignment? I’m trapped in this confinement, reading people’s scripts like it’s an assessment. I don’t know man, somehow this world around me still feels silent… [hook, female vocals] stuck in a lost dimension, looking through the glass again, everybody’s talking, but I don’t know what they said. stuck in a lost dimension, standing in a crowded room, everybody found somebody, I’m still waiting for the view. [verse 3, male vocals] maybe one day all this weight will finally make some sense, maybe all these broken thoughts are just a strange defence, maybe everybody feels like this and never says a word, maybe all the lonely people simply never get heard. I don’t need a perfect ending, I don’t need the grand solution, just a little sign that I’m not trapped inside this lost dimension. [outro, spoken] I don’t know anymore man… maybe this lost dimension is really my home. maybe it’s a bubble… one I know is safe. maybe that’s why I never leave. keep the pain buried deep enough and eventually you stop noticing the weight… at least that’s what I tell myself. until then… just keep pushing through every single day.
