Futureal

I'm running out of my time

I'm running out of breath

And now it's getting so

I can't sleep at night

In the day, feel like deathI'm getting in far too deep

I feel them closing in

I've got to say that I'm scared

I know they'll win

Even so, I'm preparedDo you believe, what you hear

Can you believe, what you see

Do you believe, what you feel

Can you believeWhat is real?

Futureal

What is real?

FuturealWhenever anyone seems

To treat me like a freak

It makes me see I'm the

Only one who feels

That I know what is realSometimes it feels like a game

Of deadly hide and seek

And when you're reading this

Then I'll be gone

Maybe then, you will see

Songwriters

COOKE, BAYLEY / HARRIS, STEPHEN PERCYPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group