Escaping reality is a myth
It's as real as werewolves, vampires, and witches
We can run as far as our limits can take us
But in the end, we end up outside the rabbit hole

To escape reality we must use wings that do not exist
Potions that don't work
Drinks that don't last
Battle that can't be won

I've tried, oh I've done nothing but try
Nothing can put insanity, this insanity, to rest
The magic dulls as the sand runs down the hourglass
And I'm left with nothing but pieces of shattered hope