Woorden: Lets Grow. Disease Of Modern Times. Lost.

A man was born in a dream
Where no mirror could be found
No reflection could be seen
A man got lost in his dreams

Exploring with his hands
He was searching for his face
Lost in millions of shapes
He was searching for himself

A man cried in a dream
Embracing every tear
He was staring at a pond
Hoping for reveal

A man died in a dream
Staring into death's eyes
One thought was in his painful mind
He never saw what was on the outside
He never understood what was inside

(Thanks to Milica for these lyrics)