With the mind's eye open wide, the feeling will become the sight Wake up Wake up To push the blame is not enough Are we coping or just hoping for more? Are we making the right choices? Or are we showing our sensibilities the door? The death of that ego brings life to a patient ghost We welcome utopia, realised in comatose If we choose to move from the Archetypal history of discord of the body and soul The advantages will find us all Welcome the reason Like the sun in any season Be aware of the breeze that greets you Is it air from the lungs of evil? We're unable to process or come to terms with The world we'll face if we come to the surface We're unable to process or come to terms with The world we'll face if we come to the surface The death of that ego brings life to a patient ghost We welcome utopia, realised in comatose The death of that ego brings We welcome utopia Wake up To push the blame is not enough We're unable to process or come to terms with The world we'll face if we come to the surface With the mind's eye open wide With the mind's eye open wide With the mind's eye open wide With the mind's eye open wide