Dream Theater

I can remember when,
In the unity of our five-day sessions
Not even once did we hear the siren song
What kind of imagination
Asleep in some lyrical coma
Whos vain futile memory
Could have been so wrong?
you can make a fortune in lies
you can keep a giant alive
you can ride the red
until everybody smiles
A trifling euphoria
Was such an untimely religion
Maybe your life can explain
The reason for my indecision