We are all dreamers,
We don't know who we are.
Straying backwards and foreward,
No true light,
No true path,
Just wandering, aimless,
Hoping to find a sign,
That will guide our way again.

Our dreams are dead.
A lifeless wasteland,
Where none can find,
Hope within its dead sight.

Who are we but dreamers,
Believing there is truly hope.
Who are we but skeptics,
Blocking that which could lighten our hearts.

We are all dreamers,
We don't know who we are.
But who has ever,
Been able to lift the veil of our mind?
Who can see,
The truth behind?

Our lives are crumbling,
Yet we cling to our dreams.
Slowly we're falling,
But never to be saved.

It is all for one,
And one for all,
In this heretic spew of life.
As brother fights brother,
And mother fights child,
When did we fall from the light?

We are all dreamers,
We don't know who we are...