I had a dream that no one else could have
and I threw away everything that I didn't need
Thoughts that I can't surrender dwell in my chest
Even if I'm still in the rift between reality
and ideals and my feet are bound by shackles of sacrifice
My overflowing impulse isn't fully repressed
because I have a heart that yearns powerfully
The future that the fruit told me of
The city that has forgotten reasoning
The present time is distorted black
Dreams, turn into ideals
Torn apart at the seams and my dreams turn to tears
I'm not feeling this situation
Run away try to find a safe place you can hide
It's the best place to be when you're feeling like