Dread can start as a small thing Like a dream you don't want to It's so quiet, you can pretend Not to hear it but it's get loud That was make me learnt Quiet is really loud You can think you've run away From this thing But actually with you With you All the time That dream will come true and will make us falling That dream shall fall, falling apart And fly Like a butterfly This is actually worse and I don't really feel anything anymore It's good not have feeling anymore and I can fly Fly like a butterfly (That dream will come true) And will make us falling (That dream shall fall, I'm falling apart) And fly like a butterfly (But this is actually worse) and I don't really feel anymore (It's good to have no feeling at all) And I can fly Fly high (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly (Falling) and fly