Dreamcrusher (demo clip)

The misty highs we climb
A search through fear disguised
These sudden facts can make you hollow

When checked this life derived
From barren scapes behind
Where he supposedly hides
In a place to waste, a place to wallow
With this precious time and the end being nigh
Saw the path leading back from a private notion

As winter blooms, the Fall unmasks
Spring presides that the Summer is mine

And as it goes sometimes you wake up...