[Tape hiss...] (Distant radio...) (Synths...) ... (Singer) I closed my eyes... To see more clearly... Somewhere... Between the silence... I heard... My own name... ... Maybe I've been awake... Inside somebody else's dream... ──────────────────── HOOK We're still dreaming... Wide awake... Chasing shadows... We create... If this world... Is what we made... Who decides... When dreams can change? ──────────────────── Verse 2 The city glows... Like constellations... Every window... Another story... Everybody searching... Nobody slowing... Like we're afraid... Of hearing ourselves... ──────────────────── (Rapper) Maybe the prison never had walls, Maybe it started with stories we swallowed whole. Maybe every headline is a mirror, Maybe every mirror asks who you're becoming. I stopped chasing certainty... Started chasing better questions. The loudest voice isn't always truth... Sometimes it's just the one that profits from attention. So I breathe... Look up... Listen longer than I speak... Because revolutions don't always begin with noise... Sometimes... They begin with a quiet mind. ──────────────────── [Instrumental] Psychedelic guitar solo. Huge analog synths. Tape echo. ──────────────────── FINAL CHORUS We're still dreaming... Don't look away... Morning's closer... Than yesterday... Maybe heaven... Isn't somewhere new... Maybe waking up... Means becoming true... ──────────────────── Outro (static...) ... Can you hear... Yourself?
