Full moon, clear starry sky,
Tired from the day-to-day
bullshit
Carefully lay the head on the
cold pillow,
Exhausted close the eyes.
…
And here we go again trapped in
the Dreamland jail,
Faced to relive the punishments
we thought we left behind.
In this prison the rules may vary
from the crime committed against yourself,
Every word and action carefully curated
- let the game begin.
We all have that feeling as we
are the main cast of Saw
But here is the twister – who is
jailer? Gently look up.
In disbelief we stare at the
mirror, who the hell I am up against?
The Jailer in question – Me,
Myself and I.
I love this Dreamland prison; I love
the mental breakdown we all have
Until we finally admit that the
sentence is indeed your way to torture ourselves
In the box of our repressed
emotions and thoughts,
The cage of sacrifices not
needed, of us being doormats of the fears we all have.
In this unconscious captivity we
battle the fears we successfully oppress
In the light of what we are
expected to be,
The only way out is to evolve
until we are ready to be released.
This Dreamland confinement is our
reflection of who we have become,
Incapacitated from this so called
reality.
The dream is tough, we cry in our
sleep
Until we are ready to be who we
are supposed to be.
Then the jailer disappears, no
more cages, no more pain.
And if we ended up in an asylum,
then we start again.
Chemically unbalanced,
surrendered by the day-to-day sham
We are battling our biggest enemy
- Me, Myself and I anew.
Grow up, for fuck sake, don’t try to escape!
Haven't you learned anything so far?
Aren't you tired of repeating the same old mistake?
Face the demons, call yourself
out and then taste the freedom
Like a hawk gliding in the peaceful
bright blue sky!
…
Full moon, clear starry sky,
Tired from the day-to-day
bullshit
Carefully lay the head on the
cold pillow,
Exhausted close the eyes.
Feel the pleasure of a well slept
night,
Full of energy in the morning,
Ready to enrich the day one more
time.
