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For all I've sought
And pursued
To ends of the earth
All of the wishes
And goals
The ends of the earth
Turned on me
4 tornadoes closed in
I am in
The rubble of a dream

I am in
The rubble of a dream
Hearing helicopters
Overhead
Yelling out the words
Of rescue teams
Inaudible, at times
Over the suffering screams
And the "why, why me!?"
Of a dying hope bleeding
I hear these things
I want to move to them
And help
I want to save them
And it'll save myself
But my legs, my back
They're all broke
I hear these things
But crumbled dreams are all I,
Paralyzed by this, see

I am in
The rubble of a dream
Sirens hysterical
Camera's flash
Judgement in chorus
At oozing fears
These onlookers, at times
Disband the reasons to scream
And the "why, why me!?"
Of a dying hope, with jeers
Each, mere whispers
But dull swords gain sharpness
En masse
I want to gag them
But that'd only save my face
For my legs, my back
They're all broken
They can't be redeemed
For crumbled dreams are all I,
Paralyzed by this, see

Just then I realize this was all just, itself, a dream
A nightmare
An attack of anxiety
That strikes as quick as lightning
Well, when living in worry,
Lightning strikes twice, or more
Cause I know, I know
I've had this dream before
Where I find myself
Therein
Within the rubble
Of a dream

Within the rubble
Of a dream
Pummeled by the rubble
Of ones fears