Between dreams and reality
There's thin line out there, somewhere,
Which separates the only two worlds,
The world of dreams and of reality,
The line that keeps everything intact.
But some way, somehow,
I cross that very line everyday,
Or maybe I should say that,
I live on the line itself.
Voices, illusions and paranoia,
I feel it all, the pressure, tension,
I can tell no difference from the worlds,
I live in neither one…
I travel freely thru both worlds, with a pass,
Drugs get me into Dreams while
Pain and blood brings me to Reality,
As I can't bear being between Dreams and Reality.