"My blood runs wild - no, you can't reap me I am my Breath and Passion and when in my sleep I see I dream my dream, I don't feel ashamed As I'm sewing them in my very own way But then there's nothing left when I wake Oh I want life within my day The plough spreads far and wide In any body and inside, we hide away Killing our world of vastitude Without conquering those fears inside of you I want a better view Somewhere my dreams can come true Live in a dream - what a paradox We give up easy, our empty hearts in a box Manifestation has become a cosmic fable Because we believe we are not able Humanity is a baron wasteland Uncultivated spirits die Let's not wait upon our deathbeds Poking ourselves in our waking eye Go on and imagine, as reality is so unforgiving Don't flood out all your many tears Don't forget just what is living The nights don't feed your turbines This solar is the heart To feel alive in this fallow eon We don't have to fall apart Let it fall apart."