"Dream" lyrics

"Dream"

The days are gone
But they didn't say goodbye
The nights still glow
But they don't feel alive

Dystopia is alive and well
Dystopia is a lot like hell
It's coming, coming for me

Serenade me
With your make believe
Oh, we're dressed for symphony
Oh, all of us are dead asleep
Nothing real is left to dream
There's nothing left to dream

All of us are dead asleep
There's nothing left to dream
Dream
All of us are dead asleep
There's nothing left to dream

They fixed the world
But killed our melodies
The songs still play
But not made for me

Dystopia is alive and well
Dystopia is a lot like hell
It's coming, coming for me

Serenade me
With your make believe
Oh, we're dressed for symphony
Oh, all of us are dead asleep
Nothing real is left to dream
There's nothing left to dream

All of us are dead asleep
There's nothing left to dream
Dream
All of us are dead asleep
There's nothing left to dream

Take our dreams away
Take our dreams away
Away
Take our dreams away
Take our dreams away
Take our dreams away
Take our dreams away


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