Our Dream
I'm watching a dream that I'll never wake up from,
And for the first time I am scared.
I took my loved one from my comrade.
I've died once already
And I am still alive.
This world we live in, this world of imperfections; its perfect.
This life that we live in, this life of happiness; its pathetic.
I want to know if I'm really alive.
Did I die once, on Mars?
On Titan?
Or am I still alive, to kill my sworn enemy, my old comrade?
I'm living in this dream,
This dream is my past,
But it's all just an illusion.
Or is it?