This was not supposed to be a nightmare This was just supposed to be a dream My Dream Look at me how I’m falling Check my pulse – Am I dead? The price of liberty speaks the wanders…. At the end of the rainbow I have lost what I found Am I the mask which I wear Am I you?! Where is my hope? Where is the child of fire? Where is my hope? Please lie to me… This was not supposed to be a nightmare This was just supposed to be a dream My Dream Our Dream My Dream I am stepping this tunnel Made of darkness and nails The palms are screaming for piercing Again and again Lock my mind in a mirror Processed by gods The only exit I see is by unlocking dreams