Dreams have swapped places with reality,
I want to fall asleep instead of waking.
In dreams I drink myself full of joy,
To be swallowed again by days of anxiety.

I would rather call the dreams my life,
The nightmares of days a fog of sleep,
They said that to live is to suffer,
But I, when I sleep, am truly alive.

The cables were thrown on the wrong terminals,
Reality and dreams got crossed.
Hands of war, you have bent something,
Switch my poles back.