This was not supposed to be a nightmare This was just supposed to be a dream My Dream
Look at me how I’m falling
Check my pulse – Am I dead?
The price of liberty speaks the wanders….
At the end of the rainbow I have lost what I found Am I the mask which I wear Am I you?!
Where is my hope? Where is the child of fire? Where is my hope?
Please lie to me…
This was not supposed to be a nightmare This was just supposed to be a dream My Dream
Our Dream
My Dream
I am stepping this tunnel
Made of darkness and nails
The palms are screaming for piercing Again and again
Lock my mind in a mirror Processed by gods
The only exit I see is by unlocking dreams