I knew it wasn't a dream
After all who could tell the difference between reality and fiction anymore
There is just too much gore which is relevant to this caustic situation
For some reason, some odd reason I'm walking on a building
I can see everything
The building is stacked up too high
I want to fall
A spirit keeps me near
I don't understand why
Grief begins to consume my lifeless body
I don't know if I'm dreaming or not
I'm still on this building
Now the color is gray, and the world is gone
There are only few left
Metal Machines are now our gods
I want to fall
And I can, nothing is holding me up
I wonder why
I knew this was a dream
Ships began to line up against the tower
They try to pull me down
I don't wanna know if this is real or not
After all who could tell the difference between reality and fiction anymore