• Life, it can only be classified as one thing, fantasy
    Everyday is a new dawn, everyday is a new daylight to be shown
    With unexpected turns on every corner
    Unexpected dreams tumble or form

    It is like someone’s puppet tied to some strings,
    One wrong move can prove fatal, one right one can prove righteous
    The person above always watching, always playing
    While you are the victim, victim of the good or the bad

    Life, it can be classified as fantasy, there is nothing like it
    Fantasy and life know no restrictions, therefore intertwined
    With the fall of one falls the other, and the rise of one improves another
    Tell me, what can be classified as fantasy?

    With no Life, could there be fantasy? With no fantasy can there be life?
    We dream about the future, what could be, and what can’t
    we live to create this fantasy, this fantasy we derived form down under
    under ourselves and under our hearts

    Us, humans, created something with the gift of life, fantasy
    But isn’t it of fantasy that drives us to pull forward? Aren’t our hopes and dreams a mere fantasy?
    Nothing comes true until it happens. Remember: Unexpected turns on every corner.
    But in the end, only one can emerge victorious, a constant battle between life and fantasy
    A fight to find balance, and with the fall of one falls the other.
    Intertwined eternally, only separated by death.