All the good are dreaming-locked in half-forgotten lore

Proclaiming "we are free!", and sullenly obey

Is irony a muse?

Dichotomy embellished?

In a world that knows no love

In a world that knows no hate

Half of me is gone

The rest will soon be leaving

All trace erased in rain

Vanity is fleeting

And so, the fall from grace

Oh god, what have they done?

The victims venerate

Or am I only dreaming?

Or am I only dreaming?

There′re rumours of a saint, a wrath incarnate, ringed in flame

The righteous cower and hide, fearing punishment and blame

Beyond this there is nothing-in duty all will pray

And are we only dreaming?

The decline or the ascension-aimless; failing; self-assured

The righteous path to destiny that humanity won't endure

Artificial; ringing hollow; laments for what is gone

Running backwards, crying "forward", like a battle can be won

How can anyone place trust in fate, when hopes are left to die?

Uncaring of the common plight unless forced to care and cry

We′re particles in motion-we can't accept we've no control

Racing helpless through the aether, staring outward from the world

Or am I only dreaming?

Are we only dreaming of the electric sun?