Your mother lied - told you about the freedom you'll find. Your hands are tied. Afraid to try - afraid of what you'll find. Pristine and parallel, mostly symmetrical, perfectly laughable dreams. Like a mother suckling a broken child to her breast, late night sacrifice - offered to the queen.
Transfer dreams from a clown - just another let down.
Your broken pride keeps you inside, Your mother lied - told you about the freedom you'll find. Your hands are tied. Afraid to try - afraid of what you'll find. Pristine and parallel, mostly symmetrical, perfectly laughable dreams. You take a peek into the glass.