If we all share the same fate
will that change the decisions we make
holding out for a better tomorrow
give me strength to face a new day
Wait is this all that we’re here for
conflicting words and no inner peace
release and start the new age
The thought of another life
the conscience of another mind
that will end just like yours
of a fear that will endure
Can't you see
that life's a dream
ignore the fear
that nothing is what it seems
So, what are you waiting for
a reason to meet the end
or a reason to start again
so wake me up from this dream
and tell me what do you see
in your own reality
I can feel it now
a sense of reality
taking over me
How long can you take it
with these thoughts inside your head
who will you be, who will you see
if you’re already dead
how long can you fake it
before your gone
nothing to feel, nothing to see
now sings your perish song
Before your gone
you must make your mark
Life itself is only a vision, a dream nothing exists save empty space and you and you, are but a thought
There must be more than this despair
there is a reason why we’re here
we all wish to seek the truth
when it’s the truth that seeks us
We all seek the truth
Glimmers of reality
are all that we see
to change our mentality of morality
embrace your own sanity
and move past all of these fallacies
we’ll exist eternally and find our own destiny
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After listening to this song from beginning to end with his eyes closed, my son (6yo) said...
first I was flying in outer space in a monster truck blasting out fire. then i was floating in space with a cat and we were both in space suits. and then i was fighting a giant robot and it turned into 80 more giant robots. but then my fist grew super big and i punched the giant one in the face and it died.
music of exceptional creativity, color and virtuosity. :-)
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