And Now for The Final Illusion - Alesana
Wake up... Wake up... Wake up...
My eyes open wide as I wake, panting,
some say that dreams have deeper meaning.
That they are cries from our subconscious.
I feel strangely compelled to recount this one to my love,
My Annabel, shaking her gently,
I wonder why her flesh has the chill of virgin snow.
My thoughts are disrupted as reality hits me like a bold of lightning
and I scream.
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned.
We are the crucified, this is our nightmare,
let's pray we nev