When will the world stop spinning? When will it all be real? There's a difference between nightmares and dreams, but nothing is how it seems.. ‘In a different world, one that's smaller, one without color. Invisible, I am. No matter where I go, I lie at home, all alone. I sleep to dream. When will it end? I cry out. No response. The voices fall silent. So, so will I. I know I'll get high and try to die. The voices fall silent. So, so will I.