See underneath, the veiled reality: beyond the stories, the surfaces, the dream -
a hole in it reveals a surface made of the same veil, but starts a new dream.
Being both bunny and rabbit, we wear a scream-faced smile,
living a thousand lives, and they all are of a suffering so blue.
The underneath of underneaths, it is death eternal,
this world is blood: a yearning unceasing that is red.
Escape the loop of horror, embrace an identity so fluid,
no more blue tomorrows, surf the wave of music so sweet.