My entire life's been lived in clouds, in dreams, and in 
fantasies, where nothing's what it seems. Closed eyes 
conceal an innocent mystery, lay down to sleep, add this 
unwritten history. Awakening to angel's whispering 
voices, my fingers gently loosen from all of my choices. 
I float along; I drift away; I fly, truth is wrong; 
heavens shift within the sky.A soulless song; I drift 
away and die... And fall back down to a dreamer's earth, 
to hit the ground of a dream's rebirth. Plant this 
fertile seed, deep within the dirt, stand and watch it 
feed, upon the soil's hurt. See it sprout and bloom, grow 
past the finger drawn line. Within a sunset's womb, I 
hang on tightly to my new mind. We melt up from the 
ground, rise up from the ashes. Fall into the sundown, as 
lighting gently crashes. And I ride it through the winds 
violent but still waves. As it takes me to all ends; the 
killers' thrones and prophets' graves. We flash in and 
out of time, minutes weave with hours. Hanging on to 
imaginary lines, drawn by subconscious powers. 
Cultivating brand new life, molding shapes within the 
air. We culminate; brand new heights, holding infinity 
within our stare. I put down my heels as we arrive back 
home, where everything is real and our location still 
unknown. Back upon my cloud I roam it's boundaries as the 
powerless king, a crown of thorns, a staff of fire, with 
nothing as my everything. A frightened soul conceals an 
innocent mystery, hide inside myself; write this wordless 
history... this wordless history...