Dreams Thoughts Puzzle's mind Though he moved within us His mastery resides above us Can't tell what's inside of him Not sure about the origin Open mind that held him 'till the end Somebody called him insane With grace he took both names Now on days his soul remains And the time continues to melt Call him crazy, maybe fool I'll say a mastermind But each canvas wishes to meet his taints Legacy of dreams that play within The heartless souls from those Who faced him Broken alliance with nightmares That conflicts his couple soul Claiming perfection with justice He thinks he's god Gala, help me! Gala, wake me! Wake me! Somebody called him insane With grace he took both names Now on days his soul remains And the time continues to melt Call him crazy, maybe fool I'll say a mastermind But each canvas wishes to meet his taints