Is it fear, is it fear that you feel inside of you? The sky brakes red and orange The flowers open as they always open But gathered with thin dust And poison mushrooms everywhere I tell myself I won the war And then I find I'm different from all Is it fear, is it fear that you feel inside of you? Try to get away from the things I do My eyes want open as they always open But can we awaken? Do we always have to die? Die in our dreams? Can we awaken?