Dreamkiller

The dream is dead when you commit
The idea becoming fact
Solidified and understood
You'll never get it back

To be idea is to be pure
Not tainted by intent
Between two worlds, to neither bound
But hovering in ascent

We're only possibility
Potential 'til repulsed
Becoming with every breath we take
We're slaves to the impulse



Credits
Writer(s): Bent Saether, Tomas Karl Gustav Bergstroem Jaermyr, Hans Magnus Ryan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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