Ieatpants - Abendsen's Dream lyrics

We simulate our fondest memories Replicate each replicate Commissioned by nostalgia But still, we aren't happy The truth tells us the truth But it reads to us in a whisper Its voice timid and weak We always ignore its warnings There's a fight to the finish line -- to find the author To find out who is writing how our lives actually are It's selfish to live in a false reality -- how did we build these lives? What allowed us to see the author's dreamed world? To look up to the sky Is to look out from the page To be inspired is to listen To voices From beyond Our world As the truth tells us the truth And it reads to us in a whisper Its voice is timid and weak It's time we prick up our ears There's a fight to the finish line -- to find the author To find out who is writing how our lives actually are An artist creates and a world comes alive -- inside lives creation Another god writing another line and a new world springs into being There's a fight to the finish line -- to find the author To find out who is writing how our lives actually are It's selfish to live in a false reality -- how did we build these lives? What allowed us to see the author's dreamed world?