Child of the dream

Never really told the truth
Never really told a lie
Never really did know why

In the land of diminishing faces
Souls with holes grab for a proper mask
Lives in roles succumb to the task

Some good things don't get done
With everyone delaying everyone
Life lights the fires of every spirit
But some bodies are too torn to hear it

Never really told the truth
Never really told a lie
Never really did know why

Predator infects in a predator way
Diseasing intentions of the DNA
Slaying spirits with obedience rules
Capturing winds with mind control tools

Everywhere the wind sings in a song
Don't let illusion feed you
To the machine
There's time to be clear
Time to be strong
We are the child
The child of the dream

Never really told the truth
Never really told a lie
Never really did know why