Shortest Straw - Dreamland

Hold on

It passes through me

I know the race is on

One’s pearl

One’s sunday morning

One feeling in my heart

Defend your own reflections

The strife that fingers on

Shout

Just come and get it

As I seduce the crowd

And everywhere I turn

The crowd is getting wilder

Shut your eyes I’ll

Stay behind while you

Let your body fall back to the ground

You’re defenseless

Trust your senses

As you’re planting the seed for your own destiny

Depend

On others' knowledge

Tonight that’s all that counts

More lands

To be discovered

We draw the shortest straw

A lethal combination

Inside an empty sphere

Go on

There are no contenders

Come closer, raise your hands

And everywhere I turn

The crowd is getting wilder