just freedom is only a hallucination 
that waits at the edge of the distant horizon 
and we are all strangers in global illusion 
wanting and needing impossible heaven 

chasing the dream as they swim out to sea 
the mirage ahead says that they can be free 
become lost in delusion drowning their reason 
swept on by the current of selfish ambition 

frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame 
the questions are screaming the answers are hiding 
the sickness is growing distracted condition 
you can feel the disgust and smell the confusion

lying insane getting soaked in the rain 
draining the sky of the guilt and the shame 
the nightmare is coming the clouds are descending 
pulled under two thousand metres a second 

clawing at walls that just slip through my fingers 
darkness consuming collapsing and breaking 
distilled paranoia seeped into the walls 
and filled in the cracks with the whispering calls 

shadows are forming take heed of the warnings 
creeping around at four in the morning 
lie to myself start a brand new beginning 
but i'm losing myself in this fear of living

freedom is only a hallucination 
that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream 
deep in the reason betrayal of feeling
the mistakes I made tore my conscience apart as it seems

freedom is only a hallucination
that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream

freedom is only a hallucination
that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream 
deep in the reason betrayal of feeling
the mistakes I made tore my conscience apart as it seems

freedom is only a hallucination 
that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...