Dive deep into my mind; find the imagination that's inside
Wiggle your way through the hole to hidden wonders
Where other worlds reside and universes collide
It doesn't require a special skill or key to enter this realm
Though the hole grows smaller the longer you wander in hell
Where imagination dies and there's no color in the skies
Jump through the hole to a parallel universe that you control
The pictures you paint here are hidden for no other soul to know
Where a shipwreck adventure or romantic get together may unfold
This is the home of dreams and nightmares conjured without eyes bare
Girls, goons, and goblins tucked inside the floating atmosphere
Where life can be pleasant or take a sharp turn into a pit of despair
The difference between here and reality is a chance to be free
From the torment we endure by our unwillingness to be
Everything we are, from bright shining stars to the waves in the sea
Hold close this ability to be the architect of your own world
For this one is cold, handing you coal and selling you gold
Never let the imagination die, for if it does, the soul dies too
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