Dream

All the world around us, is it really what is seems?
Utopia day after day, the old recurring themes
Rose-tinted glasses over our eyes, since the day we're born
Then one day they're taken, seeing the truth we're torn
Devestated, we start anew, learning everything again
Despite the darkness inside of us, we still try not to sin
Life is Hell for the longest time, every break a gleam
Trying to wake from the nightmare, or at least go back to the dream

Those that manage to return, never happy are they
Nostalgia blinded them, for their foolishness they pay
Those that stay, in a permanent fog is their head
For most this state will stay with them until the day they're dead
Happiness comes in the package we've come to know as love
Though many choices are gone, thanks to the voices above
Life is Hell for the longest time, every break a gleam
Trying to wake from the nightmare, or at least go back to the dream