abduct me please, i need r.e.m sleep

so don’t compete, with my synergies,

my memories, they’re fading me

i just can’t mess, with your conspiracies

am i your fantasy? want to spy on me?

fake remedies, fake cures

got me coming back, overcoming me 

pretty scenery, stuck in blurs

blues and reds around, 

blank bodies on the ground

blood-soaked streets, too much to clean

can’t hide them anymore, it’s time we speak

it’s about time, this tourist-stationed fake paradise

comes to the right people’s mind

let's take off these rose-tinted glasses and show the rusty, true colors of that stupid flag

but for now, while they hang their plastic bags

over my head

mumbling that i would be better of dead,

just put me to sleep or even just abuct me away from here please