there are much kinder ways in the world than being on the move
cross into the hideous light and fade across the moon
none of our dreams come true yet we live to survive
questions like i dont know myself so why am i alive?
harder than the progress all our living goes with one long breath
we are seeing out the windows and we wonder where the hell is death?
how can i cling to the truth when i hear nothing but lies?
all i can say to my dreams is there a will to my survive?

nothing is like what they said and still i survive
all my dreams are left in the stars and still i survive
people lie and so does my mind and still i survive
but my dreams i know will never come true unless i want them to
my dreams will never ever come true unless i want them to
and i want them to
and i want them, too