Will I wake up 

Is it a dream I made up 

No I guess it's reality 

What will chance us or will we mess up our only chance to connect with a dream 

Say a prayer for me I'm buried by the sound 

In a world of human wreckage 

I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground 

I'm plowed into the sound 

To see wide open with a head that's broken 

Hang a life on a tragedy 

Plow me under the ground 

That covers the message that is the seed