For generations the answer has always been no. No one remembers and nobody cares to ask. Asking a question is deemed criminal and now slowly the silence grows...

In my head everything was perfect, and every note resounds in harmony. All I seem to offer up are discords and every note I sing sounds out of key. And every time I play with passion, I start breaking strings...and my voice cracks when I sing from my heart...guess that's the price I've got to pay to know that I'm alive. This melody is tearing me apart because we're all in the same machine, each one with his own broken dreams.

Here, all hopes and dreams are scavenged from the floor and fed into machines that feed on vacant eyes. All of my dreams always find me far beyond these fake fluorescent skies. I know there must be something more...if I could only find the door, then I could free myself and see the world outside. Daylight breaks on you and burns away the grey that suffocates your soul. For now I hold a key, and though I may be lost I know that I will find my way. I search endlessly but every time I've thought that I was near...the smoke and mirrors lead me astray. Time it seems will suffer at our hands. I look for exits in the haze, the dense electric twilight maze.

Daylight, they tell me that it's just a myth; they try to betray me with a kiss. They tell me that it can't exist but they might never know just what they missed as daylight pours fire into my eyes, pours grace into my pain stricken life...breaks in and lights the way, because I can't live without the day.

So you say that you're a dreamer? Well I'm a dreamer too. But I won't sing your lullaby, however well intentioned, it's neither good nor true...the pallid dream is just a lie.

Sometimes a belief held true, is proved to be an outright lie. But it seems we always knew, in some unspoken lullaby...I'll see you at the rendezvous, we'll raise our voices to the sky, and though some say there'll be no coup, we'll never know unless we try.

Your apathy of thought has lead you to believe, that things are what they're not, my friend you've been deceived. The easiest route rarely leads to the truth. I see the self approval glaze your eyes, you know you're right no need to worry why.

When every word makes perfect sense, in every single line you read...but every single line seems to conflict undermining your creed. And the perspectives that I see is a Picasso reality. I'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass. Where does reason stop? Since when did following your heart become a sin?

And now I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets. I want to take the bullet the one aimed straight for your heart. I want to meet the wolves halfway and let them tear me apart. And the world would stop and listen, these scars could speak in volumes...but who has ears to hear? That's not the way they do it here.

I've never been this cold, the fire's gravity compels. Like planets cling to the sun, I feel my orbit start to fail. Like moths to the flame I come, too close, and all my oaths are burned. As stars begin to run, all my accusers take their turn. And calling the curses down, from my lips lies like poison begin to spill. And then comes that awful sound, the sound of prophesy fulfilled...and then I met your eyes, and I remember everything and something in me dies...the night I betrayed my own.