Seven Billion Hungry Souls

I've got these pieces you see.
Of dust, of glass, of moldy crusts.
I've got these wounds you see,
They hurt sometimes.

I'm trying to synthesize two worlds
They both exist
I'm trying not to die

I'm trying to scream
But nothing is coming out

Because what do you do
When your loyalty seems to lie with a monster
who is not really a monster
He is good
But he feels like a monster sometimes

And then I know that I'm the monster
The ghost of the future
That I'm a vague image of reality
I'm not real
I'm a mist of someone real
Someone clearer

And I'm letting them hold me
Cause no one holds me
I'm letting them touch me
Cause no one touches me

We're seven billion hungry souls.