I've woken again in an ocean of salt,
Drenched from recurring
Dreams of such horror
They haunt my evenings

Nightmares of a future so absurd
This fanasty of events could never occur
Such vivid imagery has me
Blurring all kinds of lines
Between here and reality
Billboards have replaced all window panes
Faith is less a feeling and more a mandate
Fed up are the sun and the moon
They're burning up and leaving soon

My twisted imagination
It has a mind of it's own
So wake me for this dream
My crooked precognition
Its distance from the truth grows
Please wake me from this dream

Where there's an answer for everthing
Hiding behind child-proof plastic locks
And under cotton swabs
There's a medicine for every ill
If the money's right the pain can be
Drowned with a bitter pill
All the women are paper thin
Their necks barely hold up their heads
Boys have been trained
And prepared since birth
To serve their role
And fight until their death

My twisted imagination
It has a mind of it's own
So wake me for this dream
My crooked precognition
Its distance from the truth grows
Please wake me from this dream

It's only a fabrication
This place is all in my head
It's only a fabrication
This place is all in my head

I rub my eyes to find
This whole time I thought
I was in a slumber,
They've been open wide