All you ever see, is all I’ll ever be, The limits of my being are meaningless to me The being of my limits is broken by my dreams Like lovers, we sleep in the gone and feast in the now. Believe, believe There’s more to this than atrophy Because only the weak drown in the pond of vile creation So many sleep while they’re awake Like the day I was forced into this fragile place I am naked and vacant in the wind Believe, believe