The dark figure down the streets
Lamp posts with dim lights
One with an empty mind
The soul just hangs
It is a lone wolf
Walking, walking...
The memories are hazy
Nothing seems like reality
Perhaps the tangible is
In fact the real dream
Let it end.. Wake...
Wake to a paradise
Or what they call the haven
This dark world must be fake
Fallen when the dreamworld sleeps
Wake up.. Stop 'reality-sing'...
Shann