I may throw myself over the ledge
this is not the first time that I've been dead
but this is the last act of thinking with my head
as part of a failed pseudosuicide in bed
set my consciousness in a virtual realm
back when I started this crusade
I was still young
there was no room for de-liberation
it's just like the end of
the end of a dream
right where it comes apart
apart at the seams
it's just like the end of
the end of a dream
right where it comes apart
I've been sinking further without any air
far beneath the surface you don't feel impaired
cause when the oxygen's depleted from your cells
the drowning sounds become an orchestra of bells
it's just like the end of
the end of a dream
right where it comes apart
apart at the seams
it's just like the end
it's just like the end
it's just like the end of
the end of a dream
it's just like the end of me
it's just like the end of
the end of a dream
it's just like the end of me
or is it beginning?