What you see when you’re asleep doesn’t really matter.
Lose the feeling, counting sheep, they just seem to shatter.
Visions of a naked truth traveling a distance.
Use your space it’ll take you far, far from the existence.
Are we dreams? Are we lost?
Are we free of remorse?
Are we dreams? Are we lost?
Are we real? We’re just ghosts.
Keep in mind what clues you find. They might come in easy.
Close your eyes and memorize because what you see is imagery.
Am I the only one to see it when we come undone, caught up in a monogram?
This dream has begun.