The Writers' Circle

Walkin' down this winding road,
Where it leads to, no one knows.
Into the nothing, I walk alone.
I've walked alone, for far too long.

I live this darkened dream, with the ghosts of my past.
No time to stop and think, 'cause I won't finish last.
These ghosts, they dwell deep inside of my thoughts,
Ripping and tearing out all the things that I've been taught.
Now every memory of my past is just a blur
Now all that's left is to keep searching for the cure.
That will bring me back, back from the grave.
Back to all the things that I used to love and crave
That day that I awake, I'm sure that I will see,
That this long depressing tale has all been.
Just a dream.

Nothing here makes sense anymore
Not a clue as to what's in store.
No one cares, so no one sees
This animal waking inside of me

I live this darkened dream, with the ghosts of my past.
No time to stop and think, 'cause I won't finish last.
These ghosts, they dwell deep inside of my thoughts,
Ripping and tearing out all the things that I've been taught.
Now every memory of my past is just a blur
Now all that's left is to keep searching for the cure.
That will bring me back, back from the grave.
Back to all the things that I used to love and crave
That day that I awake, I'm sure that I will see,
That this long depressing tale has all been.
Just a dream.

They say that it's just a dream,
That nothing's what it seems
But there's no reason to believe
'Cause all of this just seems so real

I live this darkened dream, with the ghosts of my past.
No time to stop and think, 'cause I won't finish last.
These ghosts, they dwell deep inside of my thoughts,
Ripping and tearing out all the things that I've been taught.
Now every memory of my past is just a blur
Now all that's left is to keep searching for the cure.
That will bring me back, back from the grave.
Back to all the things that I used to love and crave
That day that I awake, I'm sure that I will see,
That this long depressing tale has all been.
Just a dream.

This so called dream has reached its end.
No more gimmicks, can't pretend.
All those letters that you've sent,
Tearing the world I knew to shreds.

I live this darkened dream, with the ghosts of my past.
No time to stop and think, 'cause I won't finish last.
These ghosts, they dwell deep inside of my thoughts,
Ripping and tearing out all the things that I've been taught.
Now every memory of my past is just a blur
Now all that's left is to keep searching for the cure.
That will bring me back, back from the grave.
Back to all the things that I used to love and crave
That day that I awake, I'm sure that I will see,
That this long depressing tale has all been.
Just a dream.

Just a dream.

This seeming reality is really just a dream