Lies
Your only ingredients
To construct worlds foreseen

The building is constructed
And there is no stopping it
Like puppets on a dance
Pseudolucid, walking straight

Question nothing
Awe and drift
Straight to the cliffs

More and more you fall in deep sleep
All you need is a good kick
And for once you will know

That hereby mystery unfolds
What if time is just a thing
Among the rots of you and me

Hereby mystery unfolds
What if time is just a thing
Among the rots of you and me
For spirit to die
Flesh in chains to live

More and more you
Fall in deep sleep
And there is no stopping it
Like puppets on a dance
Pseudolucid, walking straight

Hereby mystery unfolds
What if time is just a thing
Among the rots of you and me
For spirit to die
Flesh in chains to live