My voice wanders into the ears of the sleeping hearing words they don't want chasing feelings they do...
Repeatedly experiencing unconscious torture and pleasure all in the name of the unknown they mysteriously condone false actions as they maybe when I was tasting the cake it was real to me...
I woke up and I was still in the dream it seems covered in the sandmans dust the particles melt away
Lost in light of what feels I only know I'm alive when I taste what I feel and even that is surreal...
I've gained enough experience to travel through bonds to transcend planes of existence foreign I blink into the book I'm reading and as I open my mouth to speak and close my eyes to see I know my voice wanders into your ears as you have my dream next to me...
