Tell me I'm sleeping, Tell me I'm dreamingnTell me we faked this tragedynwhere the world is changing, rearrangingnspinning faster incompletenbut it's a secret, that I believe innand of the possibilty thet we're mistaken, and we'll see it burnnnFaster tonight, Run for your lifenHelp me find my way back home, find my way back homenTonight, Run for your lifenSo I can find my way back homennI still believe in, these little feelings,nOnly the pressure mounts with timenshould I replace them, or just erase them, nand give into their designnwe live in societies raised by the pragmatic corpsesnbut what for? There must be other choices, so it's time to learnnnFaster tonight, Run for your lifenTonight, Pray for the lightnHelp me find my way back home, find my way back homenSo i can find my way back home, I'll find my way back homennWe're becoming , followers, followersnBut how long will we stay here? And how soon till we run?nWith the darkness sill prevading, the sun...LIGHT!nWe're becoming followers, followersnSo I can find my way back home,nFaster tonight, run for your lifenso i can find my way back homenI'll find a way, to know that I'll be rightnWe're becoming followers, followers