from the first bell i hear   i am only grinding gears   in this daily machine   trading life for efficiency   but the quiet that keeps   in the moment before sleep   my heart yet survives   and i remember I'm alive      if i could feel this way when my unconsciousness breaks   and i am released from my dreams and the blind obscurity   i believe i could change   i could change      clarity sharp and quick   cutting through the thin and thick   only truth still remains   to expose comforting pain      [chorus]      how did this happen?   i was so easily tricked out of my dreams   will i ever like myself?      [chorus]