It hides me from what is behind that door,

Where the killing and shooting are, 

Where the diseases creep up behind, 

Where the fake hide in the shadows,

Where the texture of your skin becomes 

A towel that soaks up the blood,

Where having different eyes makes you the enemy.

It feels as though once I step out of this room

I enter a jungle, waiting for the predator to strike.

This room is the place where I stay,

Where the world can’t crash into.

It becomes my place of happiness. 

A room of safely and assurance that everything is gonna be 

Fine.

So basically, (it) covers me in a illusion 

And hides me from reality.