And Now For The Final Illusion Alesana

(Wake up...wake up...wake up...)

My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning
That they are cries from our subconscious
I never put much stock in such ideas, but I feel strangely compelled to recount this one to my love
My Annabel. Shaking her gently, I wonder why her flesh has the chill of virgin snow
My thoughts are disrupted as reality hits me like a bolt of lightning and I scream

We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned
We are the crucified, this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned
We are the crucified, this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned
We are the crucified, this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned
We are the crucified, this is our nightmare, let's pray we never fall asleep
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned
We are the crucified
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned
We are the crucified

Imprisoned beneath the world where the soulless dwell
Lies a place that the damned call home
A place where the virtuous hide in fear, a place we see only in our nightmares
A place where the sun is silent