And I create a vision for the losers... A comforting ideal of my fears... And I loose the illusion of an ideal... By it's being now just only true... And I cry out my comfort for the sad ones... And all the pain and the grief in their hearts... But I'm a fake like the comfort of the liars... Just the illusion of a wish deep in me... Lies in the language of the sleepers and truth in the dreams of the liars... And I dream the dream of the lonesomes... So empty, so still and so deep... But I hate the solitude of the dreamers... The sadest truth that a single thought can be... And I light the pa**ion of the sleepers... For the awakening of a still and deep light... And I find lies in the sleep of the dreamers... An awful truth in the hopes of us all... Lies in the language of the sleepers...