Grant me the solitude of my illusion
a man born from broken dreams
if I knew how it all started
then maybe I could tell you how it ends
I wish for those dearly departed
until then I still pretend.
A fly caught in a spiders web
a mouse to a snake that's fed
we all know of our own demise
yet we all choose to close our eyes
maybe we are different
destined for some greater path
a beaming star in the distance
a celestial body that forever lasts.
Its imagination that sets us apart
the ability to dream
so lets live through our heart
and not by our means.