Wake up in a dreamland, a bustling swampland mall
A cozy place that feels like home and yet there’s something wrong, A place of our imaginings, that beckons us inside
To share in life’s simplicity , and leave reality Outside
So many friendly creatures, surrounding me right now
I know I don’t belong here but they will not let me out
So I will play the innocent and take on a disguise
And take my place in line to fool The friendly watchful eyes
But my premature discovery raises rancor By even the most gentle, reason fled No time to waste in final desperation
Make an escape and the flying weights Hit the LIZARD on the head
Where does the dreamer end Where does the dream begin?
Where does the substance fade and the Myth come rushing in? We are all just aspects of the things that we create
Profane and sacred, good and evil In the depths of love and hate. Pursued to the waters edge, I draw my gun
They stop and gasp for such a thing is never done
I tell them that I meant no harm to any one, and that they must let me leave
They stand and watch helpless as I Step into the boat
Cast of from their peaceful shore A wayward soul afloat
Far from shore in another song Where my dreamland starts to fade The creatures watch me vanish, then Turn and walk away…
When the Dreamer ends will he remember, His return to this land, where things got out of hand Will he remember, the mistake that was made And the price that he paid, when the Dreamer ends… The rope was placed around my neck through ignorance and fear In my heart I find no room for malice or resentment They do what they feel they must
They cannot know their reasons. Perhaps its best to end it here, to put the strife to rest Just before the final fall A hand of understanding Reaches up to where I stand A gesture of compassion But I worry what will come Once the final panel fades Death no longer a stranger here How will the magic change?When the Dreamer ends will he remember,
The tree upon the hill, the thoughts that made them kill Will he remember the evil that was done Witnessed by the setting sun When the dreamer ends He will remember.
I remember He has been here before now, and I am here again A dark-masked man here by this fool’s façade
Call me OLD MAN JUGGS but I am really so much more
An innocence destroyer well you f***ed with the wrong mother A LECTER Incognito, a maven of depravity I will strike into your hearts and Make you know MORTALITY Cruel ghoul, murder maker Soulless machine, life debaser You who left your justice swinging at the end of a hangman’s rope
The first to die will be a sign This memory that stains your lives The tree there on your bloody hill will know a different blood tonight The DEACON and the BLIND MAN Each will suffer like the other This JUGGERNAUT will war tonight!
The SPINY friend will feel the spines SHOPKEEPER with bloody eyes Three SMALL BROTHERS nailed Upon the wood
The MADAME and THE BITCH\ Each will suffer like the other
This JUGGERNAUT will kill tonight! Skin the LIZARD Stuff the OWL Let the dog have the bones Crack the shell and slice the tender flesh! Don’t think that you can stop me The way you did before Slap me and I’ll disappear Behind my old familiar face Terror in the shadow Your cowards realization
You have met the ENEMY And he is me! HE IS ME!
Who am I? What did I dream? The JUGGERNAUT Within me has stretched its legs enough Playing Possum, Playing Mind Game Its really harmless stuff Who am I? What was my dream? This fancy of another Now given its release It belongs to all of us To believe in as we please!
Where does the Dreamer stop And the Creation come to life?
Where are all the choices made between the dark sides and the light? The facets of our inner selves. what is right and what is wrong Hold the answers to the questions That are asked within our song If this Dreamer has offended Think on this and all is mended You can be the Dreamer too And Dream the Dream that’s right for you And Dream the Dream that’s right for you