A Declaration of Reality

Wishful thinking
Wishful dreaming got you here.
(Dreams are created by the weak)
Fantasize about the way it should have been.
(Fantasies help to escape reality)
Envision you got your wishes.
(Lie to yourself; make it seem all right)

You are a desolate ugly creature.
A beast from epic tales.
They accuse you of depravity.
And you still believe
In their right to overrule
All your happiness, your satisfaction.

Do you sill have a chance?
To cleanse your soul
To untangle your twisted lies
Every fairy tale has a dark side.

Wishful thinking
Wishful dreaming got you here.
(Dreams are created by the weak.)
Fantasize about the way it should have been.
(Fantasies help to escape reality)
Envision you got your wishes.
(Lie to yourself; make it seem all right)

Everything you ever wanted
Well it dwells right here.
Trade one night of comfort from confusion
For a million nights of tears.
Silenced all the torture
With elation so close near.
Its slipping through your fervid kiss
Fading into the barren abyss.

Do you still have a chance?
To cleanse your soul
To untangle your twisted lies
Every fairy tale has a dark side.

Reach out your hand
And let your dirty fingertips
Graze across its intoxicating feel.
Reach out your hand
And obtain it all.
(Try not to fall!)

Everything you ever wished for
Is everything you'll never get.
A declaration of reality.