Shattered, shattered, shattered
None of it really mattered
There is a light peaking through
But it’s block by the moon coming in soon
Supply and demand
It’s all under your command
Which will you choose?
The caterpillar with or without a cocoon?
Reality or the infrastructure of a dream?
I’d rather be in a reality where things are as they seem
But this surreal dream is causing me blues
I am losing contact with Earth, I’m getting close to the moon
God, are You good or did you get pleasure with our pain?
I shouldn’t be ashamed of asking these honest questions again
This wrestling isn’t out of the blue
Tell me the truth so, Abba, you and I can fly high like a balloon