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's rumors 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?
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 our world
Or am I only dreaming?
Dreaming
And are we only dreaming?
Are we only dreaming
Of the electric sun?
Of the electric sun
Of the electric sun
