In the myth we were told In the garden of old There was Man with his Bride Dreaming innocence called life They woke up, took a fall Questioned the meaning of it all “Is this it? Am I real? What happens in my dreams?” From essence to existence... How do we know what we know How do we know what we know Is it real? Man wakes up, takes a fall Questions the meaning of it all “Is this it? Am I real? What the hell am I doing here?” From essence to existence... How do we know what we know How do we know what we know How do we know what we know Is it real? What is truth in this life? How do we know what’s right? Is this real? Am I dreaming a lie?
