Swan Patchworks
I have healed the broken wings of fallen angels and laid the wildest storms to rest I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans All I've done is to fall asleep A tribute to the dreaming A hymn to the delusions that sometimes really feel like they're real In the deepest slumber Reality is blended with fantasies and things I have repressed When I awake all the stories remain inside my head Memories forgotten always reappear in the wicked sceneries Characters that once fell into oblivion united with my recent past Tribute to my dreaming Hymn to the delusions that I sometimes really wish were for real In the deepest slumber reality is twisted and staggered across the halls of my head When I awake I can remember it still and it is nothing that my scenes can kill And I fall through the passage of time Then there's the nightmares That never seen to leave my mind I can't escape it They're even stronger when I close my eyes How to forget and how to erase all the wicked scenes in here How to make them disappear and burn this patchwork of fear How to delete How do I stop all the sickening things I see in this spurious diary that wasn't made by me how to replace my artificial memories
