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Running on autopilot, stumbling on reality and the phases in between I don't know if i'm alive reflections appear distorted from morning to night the hourglass hasn't flowed for days I believe I can fly through space, through time in the waking state, we tend to question our own existence is it real or is it fake? in the hearts of dreamers, we dwell with the tide until the day we die breathing underwater, suffocated by the clouds we only exist as waves fighting the undertow i've been sleeping separating myself from the masses i've been dreaming I saw my best friend in heaven and there were bands and bands of angels playing harps with gilded wings a reoccurring dream vivid's the only word that explains it in the waking state, we tend to question our own existence Songtexteis it real or is it fake? in the hearts of dreamers, we dwell with the tide until the day we die day, after day, after day we live our lives, webbing our own design day, after day, after day we eat, sleep, we dream until our bodies decay in the waking state, I tend to question my own existence with the heart of a dreamer, I'll dwell with the tide until the day I die (Thanks to Ray for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania