Forestown — Diary of Dreams

You follow traces To guide you back inside You have forgotten how to create this sound Beyond this modulation You filter what you hear And then you notice that you are back in here

Let's break these fences Step over borders Break through the wall and tear the sky apart!

You search for moments To find yourself in here This is your forestown entitled to the crown

And with your eyes closed you hear the syrens scream Decay in sound confusion To find its echo soon These are the last notes of your sequential dreams These are the last hopes it is not how it seems...