As I whisper gently into sleeping ears strange images appear and fills the horizon focus seems to be drawn away from me whilst colours fade, time ceases to exist Dreaming, doors opening waking, can this be real wake up Fraud To see what I have foreseen Fraud To be what I have become a treacherous domain Sing with me this last song as I lay myself to rest unfulfilled promises of change this is the end sing for me this swansong everlasting hope disappearing Built upon lies upon promises of gold makes this deceit tenfold I have caressed this lie forsaken I will die Sing with me this last song before I lay myself to rest all Ive ever been will be gone sing for me this manifest Fraud
fraud, sing, swansong, promise, tenfold