Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we’ve lost the truth to quicksand
It’s a shame no one is praying
'Cause these voices in my head
keep saying, 'Love, just don't stare.
Reveal the word when you’re
Keeping the barbarian hordes from totally destroying the house.
All the intensity in the world. John Myung.
Dream Theater: Losing Time/Grand Finale
She dresses in black everyday
She keeps her hair simple and plain
She never wears makeup
But no one would care if she did anyway
She doesn’t recall yesterday
Faces seem twisted and strange
But she always wakes up
Only to find she’d been miles away
Absence of awareness
A lapse of perception
Wanting to escape
She had created a way to survive
She learned to detach from herself
A behavior that kept her alive
Hope in the face of our human distress
Helps us to understand the turbulence deep inside
That takes hold of our lives
Shame and disgrace over mental unrest
Keeps us from saving those we love
The grace within our hearts
And the sorrow in our souls
Deception of fame
Vengeance of war
Lives torn apart
Feeling the walls closing in
A journey to find
The answers inside
Our illusive mind.
I continue to move along
Cultivating my own nonsense.
Welcome to the wasteland
Where you’ll find ashes,
Nothing but ashes."