Dreams come alive
Nonexistent, I am void
Black curtains, now weightless
Ill fade away

Without sight
Not a whisper in the wind
The darkest thoughts
The truest words
The realest sense drowned in a world of illusion
Amidst the grey and toil

We have become
Body of the Sun
The spectral breath
In the astral sea
Amidst the grey and toil