Is it fear, is it fear
that you feel inside of you?
The sky brakes red and orange
The flowers open as they always open

But gathered with thin dust
And poison mushrooms everywhere
I tell myself I won the war
And then I find I'm different from all

Is it fear, is it fear
that you feel inside of you?
Try to get away from the things I do
My eyes want open as they always open

But can we awaken?
Do we always have to die?
Die in our dreams?
Can we awaken?