The way it makes me feel, ethereal

Memories are meant to be distorted and bent

And they control us all and live among us in different forms

And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet

And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet

And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet

We just aren't aware, we are constrained beings

Living in a constrained reality

Where imagination is the only key

To another world

Not through science, not through space

But through the only way

But through the

The third eye

And as we search for meaningless evidence

When the truth is as invisible as all the ancient winds

(ask yourself)

What do you see?

What do you dream?

In this reality, is it truly me you see?

In this reality, is it truly me that you see?

What do you see?

What do you dream?