Once when I was young
I used to dream for hours and hours
I’d dream a world that wasn’t small…

And I’d travel to a valley where
Under trees and earth
I’d set my girl…

And I knelt down by her head
And lay roses in her hair and I
Kissed her gently then…

So is this what you are?
As the sun sets in my eyes
I know…

And I know this one’s alive
And the worm inside of me
Is the oldest wound that I’ve nursed along
So don’t try to get inside
These things inside are wrong
Things beyond things

It’s sick now
It’s rotten to the core
Its eyes bulge and gaze at me (lovingly)

And I remember this smell
From my dreams except it was
Sweeter then…

And even in this room
Where I used to lock my secrets
It’s starting to smell just like my friend

And I told you not to breathe
So now I sit and watch the rain
I know

And I know this one’s the dark
And the woman inside of me,
is the oldest fear that I’ve nursed along…
So don’t try to get inside
These things inside are all just things

-Devin Townsend, Things Beyond Things