We're all basically asleep,
Is that why it's like a dream?
Life is really a lot like a dream.
Inexplicable things happen,
And even if we rage against it with bright eyes,
We are subject to being whisked away,
By strangeness.
We are subject to being knocked out,
By things darker or colder or stranger than ourselves.
We are subject to being changed.
We are grasping in the dark.
Yes, I am in the dark,
A misty, rainy, sun-streamed dark.
My hand is grasping in the dark.
Please don't make me repeat myself about
The light.
How cruel can it be,
That mentioning my light
Feels like a puerile trite,
Juvenile cliche.
Please don't make me repeat myself about
You.
Yes, I am in the dark,
A misty, rainy, sun-streamed dark.
My hand is grasping in the dark.
Please don't make me labor The point.
I will disregard every standard
To get the point across.
I feel like I am in a dream,
Hey.
I feel like I'm in a dream.
I feel like I'm in a dream,
And I feel like I'm in a dream.
I feel like I'm in a dream,
I feel like I'm in a dream
Have you ever had a superdream?
I threaten my enemies with my waking.
"Revenge...
"Revenge...
"REVENGE!
"REVENGE!!!"
Ceiling swirling,
IV beeps
Dragon breath curls,
I feel as though I'm in a dream.