just freedom is only a hallucination    that waits at the edge of the distant horizon    and we are all strangers in global illusion    wanting and needing impossible heaven       chasing the dream as they swim out to sea    the mirage ahead says that they can be free    become lost in delusion drowning their reason    swept on by the current of selfish ambition       frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame    the questions are screaming the answers are hiding    the sickness is growing distracted condition    you can feel the disgust and smell the confusion      lying insane getting soaked in the rain    draining the sky of the guilt and the shame    the nightmare is coming the clouds are descending    pulled under two thousand metres a second       clawing at walls that just slip through my fingers    darkness consuming collapsing and breaking    distilled paranoia seeped into the walls    and filled in the cracks with the whispering calls       shadows are forming take heed of the warnings    creeping around at four in the morning    lie to myself start a brand new beginning    but i'm losing myself in this fear of living      freedom is only a hallucination    that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream    deep in the reason betrayal of feeling   the mistakes I made tore my conscience apart as it seems      freedom is only a hallucination   that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream      freedom is only a hallucination   that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream    deep in the reason betrayal of feeling   the mistakes I made tore my conscience apart as it seems      freedom is only a hallucination    that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...