Out of sight out of mind
Open your eyes
No one is dreaming now
Oracle can't see you now
From the mouth, an infinite sound
Invoked from the cosmic eye abound
Sustaining life in harmonic decay
The soul cannot be weighed
This flesh will be replayed
Creating, creating me
Creating Me
The waking dream, creating me
And so on it goes into the unknown
Habits of old, forming into
Knots in your mind
They never subside
Your life is a concept of time, naturally
No one is dreaming now
The waking dream
Habits of old forming knots in your mind
Escaping the nightmare by waking inside. Your life is a concept of time
Open your eyes