A pattern in dance to a soliloquy Yet like into the past lost in senility Caught in an impulse of rigidity Waiting to see your inner epitome Can you see the fertility aboundΒ Can you see the reflection in Venus' mound Do you feel the words spoken are pretend Do you hear the thoughts they hide within Feel the fire to breathe the ashes Burn to reveal those darker passions Do not cry for the souls that never weep Clench your heart as the world crumbles beneath your feet Because while most things in life come from a dream It's the things we see when awake that make us scream!
You feel just what you see, in the backdrop of our dreams, There is no one there to help you, when just try to cry out, there is little left to save you, until a dream, you fell out.