| I have this dream where I’m in a field
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| Flowers and sunlight, a place so surreal
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| And I can see you standing just out of reach
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| And as I meet your embrace you always sink beneath
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| Molded conclusions, forged in our illusions
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| But when the mind’s still, there is no burden
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| The hour of my blood runs stale, I let go
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| Existence opens up its jaws, swallow me whole
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| At one with peace as I drift ever listlessly
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| In my dreams I can live for eternity
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| Can this be my illusion of denial
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| I am forever dreaming
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| As I wilt with the wind my reflection is dying within
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| Longing to rid my body of decay, my blood runs cold
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| This grip around my neck tightens its hold
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| (Oh!)
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| Dive into the gallows of perpetual blackness
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| Of all the love
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| Photos and memories, moments of ecstasy, losing my sanity
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| Now I refrain to the blackest oblivion
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| As I wither away
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| Reality is haunting me
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| This body yearns to be free
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| Tilting on the verge of sanity
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| My mind is but calamity
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| This world will be the death of me
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| I long to sleep
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| The clock is ticking
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| I’m losing hope
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| I’m at the end of my fucking rope
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| I’m too tired now with every breath I choke
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| Into oblivion
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| I will now float
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| Dances of this lucid dream are taunting me
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| Let the river take hold of me
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| My vision is all but dark as the melody warms my heart
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| And as my final breathe now leaves my chest
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| All I feel is weightlessness
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| And as the icy grip of death warms my soul
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| Colours and memories begin to flow
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| To dream forever is a dream in itself
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| It’s fucking beautiful, come see for yourself
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| All I know is you’re by my side and now I can breathe
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| For in a field of flowers I found blissful peace |