I can't tell you how many times I've been here
Although I suppose what matters more is the amount of times I've climbed
                            out of here

Creating flakes of golden light in the shadows
Using them to hang onto some fabled dream
I've been stupid enough to believe
is reality

that I created.

Dominated by insanity, swallowed by crazy
Because in this fabricated dream
is the only place I feel
happy.