You know, if you believe the dreams, the nightly visions, world entwined then you also fear your shadow, paranoia, part two...
All the good things in my life dwell in my mind Took a wrong lane, every day, I hear myself say Sickening's this feeling, my life, my hopes, my dream's but a drop of fuel for a nightmare (for a nightmare)
They all turn out the same My destiny, my flame Believing is control? No.
The painting comes alive, takes me inside a world without a name, a place beyond compare
[solo]
Believe the dreams that let you sleep the broken glass you need to sweep The book you read; if you found an explanation to help you in any way, you are your own prison.
Woke up today, the good and the bad and the ugly dreams are gone ...jumped off the carousel