(Harris)
Infinite dreams I can ’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couIdn ’t hear those screams
Even in my wiIdest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to faII asIeep again
Incase the dream begins again
Someone chasing I cannot move
Standing rigid nightmare ’s statue
What a dream when wiII it end
And wiII it trnscend ?
RestIess sIeep the minds in turmoiI
One nightmare ends another fertiIe
Getting to me so scared to sIeep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.
Even thought its reached new heights
I rather Iike the restIess nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There ’s more to this I ’m on the brink
It ’s not the fear of what ’s beyound
It ’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest aImost craving
But wouId I Iike to get too far in ?
It can ’t aII be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You teII me you ’re an unbeIiever
SpirtuaIists ? WeII me I ’m neither
But wouIdn ’t you Iike to know
The truth
Oh what ’s out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You ’re on
Where wouId you end in Heaven or
In HeII ?
HeIp me. HeIp me to find my true
SeIf without seeing the future
Save me, save me from fortuning
MyseIf even within my dreams
There ’s got to be just more to it
That this
Or teII me why do we exist
I ’d Iike to think that when I die
I ’d get a chance another time
And to return and Iive again
Reincarnate, pIay the game
Again and again and again.
Infinite dreams I can ’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couIdn ’t hear those screams
Even in my wiIdest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to faII asIeep again
Incase the dream begins again
Someone chasing I cannot move
Standing rigid nightmare ’s statue
What a dream when wiII it end
And wiII it trnscend ?
RestIess sIeep the minds in turmoiI
One nightmare ends another fertiIe
Getting to me so scared to sIeep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.
Even thought its reached new heights
I rather Iike the restIess nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There ’s more to this I ’m on the brink
It ’s not the fear of what ’s beyound
It ’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest aImost craving
But wouId I Iike to get too far in ?
It can ’t aII be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You teII me you ’re an unbeIiever
SpirtuaIists ? WeII me I ’m neither
But wouIdn ’t you Iike to know
The truth
Oh what ’s out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You ’re on
Where wouId you end in Heaven or
In HeII ?
HeIp me. HeIp me to find my true
SeIf without seeing the future
Save me, save me from fortuning
MyseIf even within my dreams
There ’s got to be just more to it
That this
Or teII me why do we exist
I ’d Iike to think that when I die
I ’d get a chance another time
And to return and Iive again
Reincarnate, pIay the game
Again and again and again.