Can't move, can't see
Can't think, can't breath
No more faith
You can't believe
You can't conceive
That all these lies
You've been fed so long
Could really be lies
Could really be wrong
Take a desperate grab at sanity
Look back at the calamity
This wretched catastrophe
That is threatening to destroy me
Once upon a time there was a prince upon his horse
And charming as he was, he was still a bit too coarse
And the princess in her tower laughed
As this prince atop his horse passed
And she laughed so hard that she ended up crying
The prince he moved along, a bit closer to dying
And the moral of the story, if one might be found
Is that you're not a prince, that ain't a horse, so keep your feet firmly on the ground
You'll wake up from that dream
Covered in sweat and blood and tears
Much too broken up to scream
So you sleep again for twenty years
Awake to a land that's all brand new
And nothing looks the same
And all you ever thought you knew
It doesn't mean a thing
Strangers walk in stranger places
Shadows on familiar faces
All the peace that time erases
And fills the blanks with fear
Loneliness on ever corner
And pain on ever street
Alleyways packed with sin
Gutters littered with defeat
A miserable scene of total despair
Death hangs thick in the smog-sick air
And you can't figure out why you just don't care
Content to waste away
Hope dies quick on the darkened street
And faith is trampled neath the beggars' feet
All that's left are half-drunk dreams
Last chance at something more
Head in the clouds
Face down on the floor
Nothing really changes, when you stop and you look
It's all the same old scene, just the cast changes players
And the heroes are shifted
Cause in the end it can't change, down deep where it matters
Just the same mad cats, mad hares and hatters
And if it's all just a dream then I'd like to wake up
Because, if this is a dream, well quite frankly, it sucks.
