Hawkwind
Mask of the Morning
In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out,But no-one feels the sound that I shout,And you don't hear me through the tears you've shed,and the dream-world that you've found will oneday drag you down,The mirror of illusion reflects the smile,The world from your back door seems so wide,The house, so tiny it is from inside,A box that you're still living in,I cannot see for whyYou think you've found perception's doors, theyopen to a lie.
From Letras Mania