could this be that we've all been dead?nbetween the dreams of disbeliefnmy daily walknmy rolled up sleevesni'm whispering those simple thingsnto help me sleepnand dream and dreamnonce i burned for more than a loveni burned for lifeni burned so toughni was invincablenbut like a mother's touch it came to menopened my eyes and made me to seeni'm not aliventhe music i loved so pasionately has diedncould this be that we've all been dead?njust over our headsnover our headsnmove. move on meni'm not gonna lieni've seen better timesnthat were harder to findnand fall. fall asleepnbut i'm begging for wordsnand hoping for dreamsnwith the soundtracks of my symphoniesnbut silentlyni dream of the darknits really not hardnwhen sleeping so firmlynheaven make me a placenthis is the endnthis is the end