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AWAKE BUT DREAMING (The Magic Died)

Lyrics : (Mmm...) (I used to believe in magic...) There's a peculiar suffering that comes with being aware A kind of exile that happens when you see through the air Not when you leave the world, but when you truly see You sit down to watch a movie everyone loves, and suddenly You're analyzing the manipulation, the propaganda, the tired schemes You're at a party, and instead of joy, you're lost in silent screams Observing the social performance, the masks, the desperate need The validation in every conversation, every word, every deed You used to enjoy this thing, you remember when A movie was just a movie, small talk didn't feel like a den You could lose yourself in the moment without dissecting the play But something changed, you woke up, and now you can't go back, can't stray I'M WALKING DOWN THIS LONELY ROAD, AWAKE BUT DREAMING STILL I SEE THE MAGIC DIED, BUT EVERYONE ELSE TAKES THE PILL THEY SEE THE SPARKLE, I SEE THE WIRES, THEY DANCE, I WATCH THE FLOOR I'M SURROUNDED BY A CROWD, BUT I CAN'T FIND THE DOOR I USED TO BELIEVE IN MAGIC, NOW I SEE THE SLEIGHT OF HAND I'M AWAKE IN A SLEEPING WORLD, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHY THE PRICE OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS LOSING SIMPLE JOY WHY THE CHILD INSIDE ME DIED, AND LEFT THIS EMPTY BOY Think about a child watching magic, their eyes light up with wonder They believe completely, no analysis to plunder Now think about you watching that same show, you see the trick You appreciate the skill perhaps, but the magic makes you sick This is what happens to conscious people with almost everything You can't watch the news without seeing the agenda that they bring You can't scroll through social media without seeing the performance The carefully curated highlights, the desperate need for endorsement You can't attend gatherings without feeling the weight The polite lies, the surface connections, the fake debate The veil has been lifted, you're left standing in the cold In a world where everyone sees magic, while you just grow old I'M WALKING DOWN THIS LONELY ROAD, AWAKE BUT DREAMING STILL I SEE THE MAGIC DIED, BUT EVERYONE ELSE TAKES THE PILL THEY SEE THE SPARKLE, I SEE THE WIRES, THEY DANCE, I WATCH THE FLOOR I'M SURROUNDED BY A CROWD, BUT I CAN'T FIND THE DOOR I USED TO BELIEVE IN MAGIC, NOW I SEE THE SLEIGHT OF HAND I'M AWAKE IN A SLEEPING WORLD, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHY THE PRICE OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS LOSING SIMPLE JOY WHY THE CHILD INSIDE ME DIED, AND LEFT THIS EMPTY BOY This creates a profound loneliness, not of being alone But of being awake in a world that's sleeping, on a throne Of isolation, surrounded by people, yet feeling so far You're experiencing a different reality, a different star They are immersed in the movie, you're watching both the screen and the crowd They are dancing, you're observing and wondering why they're so loud You can't explain this to people without sounding arrogant or depressed So you carry it silently, this weight upon your chest SO I'LL WALK THIS LONELY ROAD, AWAKE BUT DREAMING STILL I'VE ACCEPTED THE MAGIC DIED, AND I NEVER WILL SEE THE WORLD THE WAY THEY DO, WITH INNOCENT EYES I SEE THE MECHANICS, I SEE THE LIES, I SEE THE DISGUISE BUT MAYBE THAT'S THE PRICE OF TRUTH, MAYBE THAT'S THE COST To see the world as it really is, not what we've lost I'm awake in a sleeping world, and I'll walk alone But at least I see the truth, even if it's carved in stone Awake but dreaming... (Awake but dreaming...) The magic died... (The magic died...) I walk alone... (Alone...)