The tears dried in your eyes and filled with sand
 The toys we built for play have overcome us
 It doesn't seem like a world without end
 I try to stir from the slumber and the vision
 I try to rise from the poison of the dream
 I try to hold on to the things I should believe in
 I try to remember the things that I believe
 The freedom in the air is polluted
 And free love is a never ending need
 I hear people praying for the future
 But it sounds like like they're talking in their sleep
 I try to run from the anger and the reason
 I try to figure out what's wrong ...
 It looks like a fever to me
 Makes people do crazy things
 It's got to be a fever dream