Life is But a Dream

Life is but a dream

Especially when the setting is a recreation of everything I’ve seen,

And In the end they just want my heart and my soul in their hand,

As if I am a puppet rather than the puppet man.

If only I were a real boy maybe I wouldn’t be haunted by the matter at hand.

Slit throats and stab wounds again and again,

I am real can you feel my hand I don’t know what’s really going on but please please don’t leave again.

I shot and didn’t miss, hit him in his head you should have seen the way his body went limp.

Then around the corner came another

off the balcony I went and already under my own cover,

Come out come out wherever you are they’re looking and they want to play a game with your soul,

Please please they beg just write me in your song I’m dying to be sold.

Help me and I can give you anything you want.

I am real can’t you see I can take life but if you weren’t real was it a life or what’s mine,

I could feel the blade as I forced it past his skin.

Blood on my hands watching as it drains down the road, see how the blood river flows.

Where am I heaven hell or eternity god let me know.

Life is but a dream but the same thing really does get old