it's been a long time since I wrote anything down
my ambition, it took over
and I looked at others to put things right
I can't believe that after all the progress I've made
I fell deeper in the coma
but I think I'm starting to take some breath
but every time that I wake
it's like I only wake into a dream
and everything that I break reforms itself
it reforms itself, it reforms itself
and everything that I lose gets found again
and dusts itself off clean
and every time that I choose I forget again
I forget again, I forget again
have I been lying all this time to keep myself stuck?
I've been nowhere, I've done nothing
I've been talking to myself for so long
and is my music only a way for me to ignore?
that my freedom
is my wisdom
is my movement
is my kingdom
and my kingdom
is dependant
on a treason
so resplendant
that it lights up
every corner
every liar
every mourner
every cancer
every injured
every killer
every hindered
every believer
every denier
every consumer
every buyer
but every time that I wake
it's like I only wake into a dream
everything that I break reforms itself
it reforms itself, it reforms itself
and everything that I lose gets found again
and dusts itself off clean
and every time that I choose I forget again
I forget again, I forget again
every time that I wake
it's like I only wake into a dream
and everything that I break reforms itself
it reforms itself, it reforms itself
and everything that I lose gets found again
and dusts itself off clean
and every time that I choose I forget again
I forget again, I forget again