Shattered, Shattered, shattered

None of it really mattered

There is a light peaking through

But it’s block by the moon coming in soon

Supply and demand

It’s all under your command

Which will you choose?

The carerpillar with or without a cocoon?

Reality or the infrastructure of a dream?

I’d rather be in a reality where things are as they seem

But this surreal dream is causing me blues

I am losing contact with Earth, I’m getting close to the moon

God, are You good or did you get pleasure with our pain?

I shouldn’t be ashamed of asking these honest questions again

This wrestling isn’t out of the blue

Tell me the truth so, Abba, you and I can fly high like a balloon