We could be the pages of a book

  Written by the hands of time

  Only to be erased and replaced

  At the will of our faceless god

  How do you know that the sea is blue

  If you have never been?

  How do you know if the ocean is really there

  If you have never been?

  We could be the troupe of a reality show

  Running about and acting out

  For whom we unknowingly toll

  Degrading ourselves and we don’t even know

  How do you know the ancients were there

  If you have never visited the past?

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  It could all be a lie

  Concocted of misinformation for you and I

  Chorus: We could be trapped in our insanity

  A world made for you and me

  A world full of each other’s dreams

  We the living is dead

  And all of the newborn children

  Have already died

  We could be trapped in our insanity

  Lost in a labyrinth of hollow souls

  Struggling in this endless maze

  Being the subjects of a playwright’s stage

  And we don’t even know

  We don’t knooooow

  We don’t knooooow...

  How could you know what is lie and truth

  If it’s already decided for you?

  How could you know the time

  If we have all been here before?

  How could you answer this hypothesis

  If the answer was somewhere hidden in me and you?

  We could all be the subjects of a child’s dreams

  A merry-go-round in their miserable stage of growth

  You can be the circus clown and I can be the humble oaf

  We will eventually fade out

  When the child has reached its adult growth

  Chorus: We could be...

  We could be all imaginary

  Existing in someone’s twisted fairytale

  Forced to toll in this endless hell

  We could be prisoners of each other

  A mingle of endless color

  Without a shade

  But we don’t even want to be free

  To be freeee

  To be freeee

  Chorus: We could be...

  Have you been here before?

  (We could be trapped in our insanity)

  Have I been here before?

  (We could be trapped in our insanity)

  Have we been here before?

  (We could be trapped in our insanity)

  Have they been here before?

  (We could be trapped in our insanity)

  It’s an open book with an always opened door

  (We could be trapped in our insanity)

  (Repeat to fade)