I wake up when I fall asleep,
And feel free in my dreams,
There’s no one here to question me,
No one to here me scream,
Not a soul in sight at night,
When I drift through my subconscious.

People can’t tell me what to do,
I’m not too young
I’m free,
All my wishes are in this safe,
And dreams are my hidden key,
To unlock all my deepest desires,
And ignite my most passionate fires.

Stupid, Disappointing, Degenerate,
Those are but words here.
Nothing to hold me back,
Only to myself do I adhere.

The world awake couldn’t be deeper asleep,
Everything we do seems finite,
For at the end of our lives,
When we walk into the light,
We see that nothing matters.
Not our first sip of beer,
Nor all we did in a year,
Erased as our memory fades.
Not all our wrongs,
Or how we’ve tried to belong,
As others will fade as well,
Like an old oil painting,
Left outside while it’s raining,
Our legacies will forever be smeared,
Like a forgotten book,
Or an imprisoned crook,
Life ends just like dreams.

So smile while you sleep,
And be that black sheep,
In the one place you cannot be questioned.
Imagination is your creation,
You are the god of your subconscious,
So don’t dwell on the real,
Or the world from which you hail,
Escape, Escape, Escape…