As I whisper gently into sleeping ears
strange images appear and fills the horizon

focus seems to be drawn away from me
whilst colours fade, time ceases to exist


Dreaming, doors opening
waking, can this be real
wake up


Fraud


To see what I have foreseen

Fraud


To be what I have become
a treacherous domain


Sing with me this last song
as I lay myself to rest

unfulfilled promises of change
this is the end
sing for me this swan-song

everlasting hope disappearing

Built upon promises of gold

makes this deceit tenfold
I have caressed this lie
forsaken I will die


Sing with me this last song
before I lay myself to rest

all I've ever been will be gone
sing for me this manifest


Fraud