Days lost in dreams
In worlds beyond worlds
I rest to awaken
Body arched, feet curled

They're the feet of a stranger
Borrowed skin for a while
To roam a foreign planet
A mystical aisle
Where tongues speak no meaning
Empty words filled with lies
Taught by their captors
Who feed off their cries
Only truth shines inside
For the ones who dare try
The rebels
The revolutionaries

We give praise to their mothers
Portal keepers
Givers of breath to a revolution
Givers of chance to awake from illusion
A storm to wash away pollution
An absolution

Inside this skin, I feel the confusion
Between what is real and what is an illusion
And so I dream to see the truth then