From the same place it is born   It is shattered and torn   replaced by symbols and lies   this is how a dream     truth lies in those who have cleared out the way   followed their own path and had their own say   they cannot be silenced   their views unobstructed   and as they blow through all their opposition has constructed   sounds echo in the chests of all those left behind   But still are those locked behind puppeteer's lines     This is how, this is how a dream dies   This is how, this is how a dream dies     Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist   Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest     This is how a dream dies tonight     This is how, this is how a dream dies     From the same place, It is born   it is shattered, shattered and torn   Replaced by symbols, symbols and lies   this is how a dream dies   Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist   Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest   Living life with the door half open   Just enough to see in   Living life with the door half open   Just enough to see in   cause we don't trust what is to come...