(The End
The American Dream...
Ha... the American f*cking dream
Well let me tell you something
Nightmares are dreams too..)
Wake up
We tell ourselves
That it's just a dream
Just a nightmare tearing at the seams
Our minds
So delicate
It plays these games
Twisting reality in REM
I'm stuck here consciously
In my unconsciousness
With the inability to move
Searching for the way out
I'm lost in the dark
Opening doors seeing nothing at all
Only emptiness in front of me
Adrenaline pumping
Heartbeat racing
At a loss for words
I can't breathe
I can't feel the air in my lungs
I feel nothing at all
Tearing at the seams
Just a nightmare
This is a dream
We tell ourselves (we tell ourselves)
Wake up (wake up)
Only this is real (only this is real)