The devil waltzes into your dreams dressed like your heroes
As his demons do paint by numbers starting with zero
Or maybe it’s an angel disguised as your white lust
A messenger who gives you jewelry, diamonds, and dust
Quite possibly it could be God offering a promise ring
He silences the mighty and makes the meek to sing
Or perhaps it’s just a sad-man cloaked in all your myths
Here to give you a warning about the power of a kiss

You see the thing with dreams is, you never have a say
Of who’ll decide to sneak up, leave, hang or stay
Still all the players and the prophets come from your head
You seek up all infinity from the confines of your bed
But really all you’re doing is watching a short film
Of you existing somewhere else with different laws and limbs
So levitate or ******* or just create- it’s all the same
Every me and every you, a pawn in our own game