"It starts when we're kids; a show-off at school..."

“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.”

It's like you need a breath of air but the window's too far. I know where you've been, 'cause I've been where you are. I know it's hard right now -- it never really gets easy, but hold on! It gets better, kid, you gotta believe me!
It's hard to keep breathing in this kind of pressure that leaves your soul bleeding and your mind a mess, your heart beaten so bad it feels crooked and swollen. So you're hiding in the attic with the book that you've stolen, or in the children's section of the library stacks. Sometimes you try to leave, but they keep driving you back.
Besides, your friends are all here. They're in line on the racks, and some have got torn pages and the bindings are cracked, but this is where your love lies, that's the primary fact, and that's a statement of truth you'd rather die than retract.
You don't know why they react with mockery and derision. Don't let them tell you you're wrong, it's got to be your decision. You've got a secret ambition but you're surrounded by doubt. They don't believe in the vision and so they're drowning it out.
And that's a pain that you work so hard to disguise, but there's a tall pale man with stars in his eyes. He's the lord of the dream realm, he's a muse and a seer. He's the source and the beam, the reason you can be here. He's the force in every myth that binds us one to the other; his name is Morpheus, and if you're one of his, you're my brother

Creatures of Dream
We are the Creatures of Dream

You know those days when you're awake but your thoughts are all muddy, and you get the feeling something's tryna tell you somebody? When every headline and street sign hides a more secret meaning, and every song on the radio says no more sleepy dreaming?``
When you're away from all the crowds and choices,you're the storyteller, hero with a thousand voices. You're building worlds, that's what your proudest joy is.
Be not afear’d - the isle is filled with noises.
Yeah, getting through high school's like proceeding to hell and back - you know you never needed Joss Whedon to tell you that, but that's why when you need it most you pick up the pen. You find the rhythm and then you find you're living again.
You don't have to be afraid, you've got your name and your cause. And if your life is a prison, who's to blame for the bars? Free yourself from the earth, you've got a claim to the stars! You've got nothing else to use, so use the shame and the scars.
You take the pain in your heart and you convert it to glory. Turn the stain into art, turn the hurt into story. Find the happy ever after once upon a beginning and never give up, not even when the windmills are winning.
We know the world is cruel, we need to survive, so turn the suffering into fuel to feed to the drive. Like they say, the best revenge is just being alive.
You know you were only waiting for this dream to arrive.

Creatures of Dream
We are the Creatures of Dream

This world's inhospitable, hostile, and toxic and you're stranded with no pressure suit and not enough oxygen. Too far away to see the sun, freezing and desolate, alone and getting colder and increasingly desperate.
That's the part you know, can you believe in the rest of it? That I was here before and I've been leaving you messages?
A few subversive ciphers there, beneath the surface, to fight the ones that tell you to believe you're worthless?
They told me the same once, you know how it hurts us, so you know how come we channel it to prose and verses. You know why we work this with the alchemies of rage, and with the stroke of a word we pin the anger to the page.
Leave it beating its wings there like a falcon in a cage. When you're bleeding you sing, 'cause that's your anchor in the waves and that's the meaning of things, the truth in back of the displays. That's the feeling that brings you through from balcony to stage.
We write it down because it's something we have to do, and you can find your voice for the ones who come after you; and you can be the one to tell the kids, “Hang in there! There's a way to survive, you can believe me, I've been there!”

I'm not that strong, I can't fight this crime
I can't right this wrong but I can write this rhyme
If I can write this song well then it might just shine
and I swear to god I'm a get it right this time

Creatures of Dream
We are the Creatures of Dream

I know where you've been, 'cause I've been where you are.
it gets better ~ you can make it ~ hold on.
it starts when we’re kids.