i felt like destroying something beautiful

So far, I've made it all this way But it was hard to pick up right where I left off Nothing's real, everything's far away Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy I know I was destined to wake up Yet I'm aware I was never really asleep All the faces were a bundle of friends And most are just appalling punctures and entry wounds Building walls to keep me safe from a distance Still I end up fighting all apprehension So help me, God Every evening I die, always wishing I was born again, resurrected Every evening I die, always wishing I was born again And every evening I die, every morning I was born again Resurrected