A Sentinel Guards The Passage To My Dreams They Feel So Real But Might Be Not What They Seem When I Wake I Realise I'm Trapped Inside A Maze I Must Take Nomadic Paths To Search... For Lucid Days Living To Fantasize Guilt Is Your Twisted Prize You Love To Hurt Yourself And Wear A Crown of Lies The Reaper Loves To Call When You Start To Fall (Away) You Show The Other Side The One You Try To Hide