The Day to Come
Are dreams
A controlled psychosis
Or a psychosis is a dream
Breaking through
During waking hours
Sometimes
You are lost like a ghost
And you feel free
But the voices in your head
Play along with you to
The day to come
The day to come
The day to come
A carpet of brown dead leaves
Hide the hole in which
You will fall
Running without getting anywhere
Running without getting anywhere
Fighting with your fists in the water
Fighting with your fists in the water
The day
A controlled psychosis
Or a psychosis is a dream
Breaking through
During waking hours
Sometimes
You are lost like a ghost
And you feel free
But the voices in your head
Play along with you to
The day to come
The day to come
The day to come
A carpet of brown dead leaves
Hide the hole in which
You will fall
Running without getting anywhere
Running without getting anywhere
Fighting with your fists in the water
Fighting with your fists in the water
The day
Credits
Writer(s): Gianfranco Iaconantonio
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