I've woken again in an ocean of salt   Drenched from recurring   Dreams of such horror   They haunt my evenings      Nightmares of a future so absurd   This fantasy of events could never occur   Such vivid imagery has me   Blurring all kinds of lines   Between here and reality      Billboards have replaced all window panes   Faith is less a feeling and more a mandate   Fed up are the sun and the moon   They're burning up and leaving soon      My twisted imagination   It has a mind of its own   Wake me from this dream   My crooked precognition   Its distance from the truth grows   Please wake me from this dream      There's an answer for everything   Hiding behind child-proof plastic locks   And under cotton swabs   There's medicine for every ill   If the money's right   The pain can be drowned with a bitter pill      All the women are paper thin   Their necks barely hold up their heads   Boys have been trained   And prepared since birth   To serve their role   And fight until their death      My twisted imagination   It has a mind of its own   Wake me from this dream   My crooked precognition   Its distance from the truth grows   Please save me from this dream      It's only a fabrication   This place is all in my head   It's only a fabrication   This place is all in my head      I rub my eyes to find   This whole time I thought   I was in a slumber   They've been open wide