sometimes a word emerges out of the silent stream that runs beneath opinion illusion of the waking dream we are not what we seem something prevents me looking it must be for the best but still the half-heard whisper reminds me that i've failed the test to know your own unrest i know a choice is coming for peace or honesty pour concrete on the footprints from everything that you might be love will set you free
sometimes a word emerges out of the silent stream that runs beneath opinion illusion of the waking dream we are not what we seem something prevents me looking it must be for the best but still the half-heard whisper reminds me that i've failed the test to know your own unrest i know a choice is coming for peace or honesty pour concrete on the footprints from everything that you might be love will set you free
