When you're feeling down When you're tired of the daily life And it feels like you're just passing time Nothing new under the sun And deep in your sleep You hear them calling 'all aboard the ship' Pack your things get ready for a trip Across the sea of lucid dreams And maybe underneath Sink into the ocean of your dreams Deep beneath the voices and the screams Where things are never what they seem to be Irreality Where the trees grow tall Staring at you with their ancient eyes Bony fingers reaching to the sky Kiss the stars before they fall And deep in the woods There are flowers glowing in the dark They will lure you with their sweet, sweet lies Hear them whisper in the night 'We can get you high' Sink into the ocean of your dreams Deep beneath the voices and the screams Where things are never what they seem to be Irreality Tired of the noises and the screams Tired of the faces on TV But all these things will vanish in the stream Where things are never what they seem to be (Irreality's a part of me)