Dreamweaver

He's staring out the window Resigned to life enslaved A maze of introspection A mind he can't escape His shame attained by other men The fruit of what they think of him Illusion of contentment A mask that eats the soul Dreamweaver Let me be free I'm tired of me I don't think I can stand it I've been here for too long I tried to lead this simple life But I keep going wrong Our fears betray a prisoner Of Industry confined We fall down at the altar In vain To see the light You are not free You've a will And It binds you The future has been pre-ordained "But how can this be?" Cries the heart Deep inside you Surrender all need Put the self in exile Dreamweaver Consume my desire Provide me relief I need to be free For there is no end In all that I seek Continual becoming I can never be.