And I dream but I don't sleep, because sleep implies rest. So all of the restless dreamers, we wander the streets in a heaven and hell of our own creation; the demons of our imagination. And we sing of love. And we sing of hate. And we whisper of rebellion- and we seal our fates. We own the night, but they own the days; the ones who enslave us- but we break off our chains. Because we dream without sleep, and we wander without rest. The restless dreamers who own the streets and the demons- because we have faced them.