Avenged Sevenfold - the art of subsconscious illusion

A living nightmare, asleep but still aware.
The endless torture.
The painless pleasure.
I grasp myself.
Trying to regain control.
I experience and learn.
In another faction of my mind.
So confused.
But everything makes perfect sense.
Cant feel the pain.
Emotional pains so much deadlier.
Lost, youve just been raped.
Pain. Your friends cant help you.
Why wont they help you? Another reality.
This cant be happening.
Why is this happening?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck. Are you?
Trying hard to figure out whats done.
I scramble but now I run.
The images in my head.
All the problems that Ive been fed.
Punching slowly my mind cant change the speed.
As my victims bleed.
No matter what I do or how hard I try.
I cant use my abilities.
Use my abilities.
Art of Illusion.
My razor sharp knifes edge, pierces my victims body.
But I cant take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment. Discomfort