Phantasm

My dear friend

What if I told the world will end

Today

Hold my hand

It will destroy the things we love

And hate

It's a dream

Everything goes as supposed to

And the steam

Is blurring its lines to expose you

It's a dream

Everything goes as supposed to

And the steam

Is blurring its lines to expose you

Here we stand

Bodies no longer can contain

Our minds

In the end

There will be nothing left for us

To hide

It's a dream

Everything goes as supposed to

And the steam

Is blurring its lines to expose you

It's a dream

Everything goes as supposed to

And the steam

Is blurring its lines to expose you