Dreams...
The Monks put on their armour/
and they fight to the death/
While the white mechanical dog/
saves me from my last breath/
I hide away from the sirens/
while the police man rides around town/
He is watching over me/
making my past shorter with his hound/
I sit upon the skyline/
in the Island where no one goes/
where all my dreams come true/
and no one will ever know/
I see those who I miss/
and get to speak to them through mind/
this is the land of the clouds/
and the world is much more kind/
My family is altogether/
Here at last like the old times/
I'm with the people that I love/
happiness like this, there's no other kind/
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