You know it's always the same

The writing, the laughing, the crying, the smashing

The feeling when these things are all mashing

And I don't feel shame

For the lyrics I wrote, the mind that I spoke

Depressions in the back that I woke

Want to feel it, believe it

I have to go to another place

Ideas that I will chase

I have to go into a deep sleep

Learn from my dreams as far as I can see

Learn what I can be

Don't get me misunderstood

It's still the same C.C. that you have booked

But he is submerged in a dreamstate

Where noone can really find him

So he can see who in the end really stands beside him

A tape full of dreamlike pictures and

Situations, just the right mixture

He is now laying on his bed

Eyes closed, pictures growing in his head

Let it begin