I'm feeling the power inside
And it constantly grows.
I'm leaving the places behind
To reset and dispose
Of broken ideals,
Illusions and feels,
Somehow.
Of all the old things,
Misdoings and sins
Right now.
I'm sick with a dream,
So sick with a dream,
Incurably, fatally, hopelessly
Sick with a dream.
I'm sick with a dream,
So sick with a dream,
I'm heavily, chronically, recklessly
Sick with a dream.
I'm breaking invisible chains
And unlocking the doors,
I'm taking the losses and gains.
And yet, nobody knows,
If this is the way,
Or I am astray
Right now.
Should I leave or stay,
Object or obey
Somehow?
I'm sick with a dream,
So sick with a dream,
Incurably, fatally, hopelessly
Sick with a dream.
I'm sick with a dream,
So sick with a dream,
I'm heavily, chronically, recklessly
Sick with a dream.
The instincts are blind, but I know,
That I can't be misled.
No matter how long I should go,
I keep looking ahead.
In search of my place,
My people, my space
Right now.
My course and my pace,
My means and my ways.
Right now!
I'm sick with a dream,
So sick with a dream,
Incurably, fatally, hopelessly
Sick with a dream.
I'm sick with a dream,
So sick with a dream,
I'm heavily, chronically, recklessly
Sick with a dream.

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