Diary Of Dreams

I'm bursting all your bubbles
I'm cold while you deceive
I don't care 'bout your troubles
I pray to get some sleep
Define the state of matter
Declare your eyes the war
You should have known it better
but still you wanted more
Mystical, not physical
Is there faith enough for all these souls
Hysterical, not logical
Is there room enough for all their shells?
Pale forces in fake environment
and biblical speeches so full of regret