You’re walking in the streets in the middle of the night

This must be a dream it can’t be right

Your clothes are soaked because of the rain

Your feet have got blisters and are in pain

Your body is hurting, you feel weak

Guess tonight you’ll have to rest in this dirty street

You’ve been stabbed that’s how you feel

Your arms are bleeding it must be real

Why is the past unclear?

When you know the end is near?