11/12/12, 9:38 AM
To a place that exists
But it can not be found through those same gates
It was never there, it was lying to you
Fabricated memory. It says that you once went there, smelt it and felt it all.
Lie, all this time it was making it up, fiddling with your memory.
Images inside your memory
No friends, no river and no grass
No rabbits, no river flowin
The dream in a dream had lied