Slit the throat of every dream once had Bleed them dry as two worlds collide What one wants morphs into what one must Daydreams turn to dust Like killing the women and children first Daydreams turn to dust Killing the women and children first Daylight turns to dust like Killing the women and children first Slit the throat of every dream once had Your daily grind don't seem so bad I point fingers pointing back at me A hollow, vacant entity Hollowed Swallowed Reset Tomorrow Painstaking and pitiless Caught between brittle pages Your artificial light a warm comfort A life portrayed by pictures on a wall Is no life at all Daydreams turn to dust Killing the women and children first Daylight turns to dust like Killing the women and children first