Do I need to spell it out? We don't all know the truth; we turn it into entropy
But we cling to ourselves when we find nothing to hold to
And we lock up our demons inside and let corruption lead
Still we entertain the thought that someday soon we'll set ourselves free
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
You ignore everything that awakes the guilt from its sleep
And you justify the past by fleeing the future
But the memories float down at night, and they haunt your dreams
Have you realized that you're trapped? And on your own, you'll never be free
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Whoa (Oh)
Whoa (Oh)
And I hate to imply that dreams are dead
When I can hear them calling me
But you need to understand that there's no hope
In autonomy