| See the man of hungry mind | |
| Never had a dream to call his own | |
| His sin in form of thought | |
| He lived to milk the minds of the blind | |
| To rule the sea of imagination | |
| And the sanity assassin | |
| Is coming down to steal your mind | |
| So he takes an innocent's vision | |
| The blind lead the blind, they say | |
| Meet the sanity assassin | |
| A trick of mind or the devil's whim | |
| On the way to tomorrow's dream | |
| He's fading away | |
| See the man with the empty soul | |
| Never had a face or will of his own | |
| So he took another's pride | |
| And he made a mask of faults | |
| Defensive anger and false emotion | |
| And the sanity assassin | |
| Is coming down in a stream of black | |
| So he takes what he cannot live | |
| The black leads the blind astray | |
| Meet the sanity assassin | |
| A trick of mind or the devil's whim | |
| On the way to tomorrow's dream | |
| He's fading away | |
| Sing your sweet poison, stealer of dreams | |
| Bleed your sweet anguish and the form of dreams are born | |
| Don't be afraid to dream outside the lines | |
| Don't be afraid of painting pictures within your mind | |
| Don't be afraid, your path is not of sorrow | |
| Don't be afraid, dreams are immortal | |
| Rise in the coming tide | |
| Wave after wave of sleep crushing down | |
| Hopes of the weakened and knowing | |
| Awash in the undertow, falling away | |
| Listen as the tale begins to now unweave | |
| The will of strong mind he'll never deceive | |
| I speak the words to lay me down, I am ever strong | |
| Against the all-knowing thief of imagination | |
| Dreams are immortal |